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Natasha’s Turn

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I tried to make it last, really I did. But I was just too turned on. I’d been on the verge of coming from the moment she’d fumbled with my zipper. This was the hottest girl I knew, the one I’d been lusting after for as long as I could get hard. And now this goddess was kneeling between my legs, struggling to free the biggest erection I could ever remember producing. When she finally engulfed it with the warm, wet mouth I had so enthusiastically been exploring seconds earlier with my tongue, it was all I could do not to lean back against the wall of the alleyway outside the bar, close my eyes and just pour my seed down her throat.

But this was too big a moment not to savour. It had cost me a lot of time and effort to get here. Six months of being nice to my bratty sister before I could get her to introduce me to her gorgeous best friend. And then another six months of building my target’s trust, being a pal rather than a suitor, becoming the boy she could talk to, the only one who wasn’t trying to get into her pants. All while I plotted to do exactly that.

And then the moment finally arriving, a night out to help me take my mind off my latest failed relationship,plus some bad news about illness in my family that was too painful to discuss. (I’d dumped one of two current girlfriends because I was bored of her, and a cat I’d never liked had been put down.) Getting her sufficiently drunk to loosen her defences while I stayed sober enough to breach them. The hammer blow when she regretfully told me that she had her period – and then the joy of realising that she was so keen to get it on with me that she was willing to do “the next best thing.”

Only it wasn’t, not where I was concerned. Because nothing could beat a blowjob. Oh, I liked the regular kind of sex just fine. And being blessed with good looks, quick wit and self-confidence, I’d got plenty of that from an early age, for all that I was shorter and skinnier than my competitors. But I’d also had enough experience to realise that while coming inside a girl was nice, there was something extra special about both feeling and watching her suck me off. About the way I could choose to let her do all the work, or just as easily grab her head and fuck her face. About the control it gave me over her.

And now, i had the beautiful Bella between my legs, her lustrous black tresses tumbling down past her bare shoulders, her small but perfect breasts peeking out from her unbuttoned blouse, the nipples still stiff from my caresses, and those wondrous almond eyes turned up to me as if in supplication. I wasn’t sure what was more arousing, her exotic beauty or her submissiveness. But I knew exactly what both she and I needed.

It was her turn. Her turn to get the gift that, sooner or later, I had given to every girl I’d been with.

As the orgasm rose unstoppably inside of me I groaned and sent a blast of spunk between her luscious lips and down her throat. Yet lost as I was in the roar of my climax, I still had the presence of mind to pull back, grab my spasming cock and send jet after jet of the remaining jism all over her face and hair.

The feeling of release was exquisite, mixed as it was with the satisfaction of a well laid plan so perfectly executed. Yet even better was the tableau I’d created, of Bella’s breathtakingly beautiful face tilted up towards me, mouth agape, eyes reflexively closed against the torrent I had unleashed, her finely chiselled features not marred but adorned by the gobs of white cream that now clung to them.

And best of all, I was ready to capture it. I could only hope my hands weren’t shaking too much as I lifted my phone, camera already primed, and took a quick burst of photos to commemorate my triumph. Then and only then did I allow myself to slump backwards against the cold bricks and let the ecstasy wash over me.

“What… the… FUCK?”

The last word was almost a scream. I opened my eyes to see Bella looking up at me in fury, blinking as she tried to loosen the goo that clogged her long eyelashes.

“What’s up babe?” I asked, feigning consternation.

“Did you… Did you just come all over my fucking face and film it on your fucking phone?” Moments ago, she’d been slurring every other word, but now the anger seemed to have sobered her up. And I’d never heard her swear before.

“I’m sorry Bella, I just… lost control. You were so amazing!” I blinked myself, trying to suggest confusion, and looked down at the device in my hand as if surprised to see it there. “And no, of course I didn’t film it.”

“Show me,” she snarled, pulling herself to her feet and swaying unsteadily on her heels. She reached out to grab the phone, but I darted out of reach. Her expression was furious, but I was still captivated by the sight of the spunk that coated the smooth brown skin on her face. She seemed to realise what I was staring at and attempted to wipe it away, succeeding only in smearing it further.

“Look Bella, really, I’m sorry,” I said, holding my hands dörtyol escort up as if ready to ward off an attack. “Why don’t we go back into the bar and talk about it? After you’ve, um, cleaned up?”

She stared at me and I had the uncomfortable feeling that she was seeing me for the first time. Holding out her hand, palm up, she repeated: “Show me.” Her voice was quiet now, yet seemed to carry a strange echo, almost as if it were reverberating inside my head.

To my surprise, I found myself handing over the phone. Not that it mattered, I reasoned. It wasn’t as if I’d done anything wrong. I hadn’t even lied to her. Not explicitly anyway.

She glanced at the device, then back at me, arching her perfectly crafted eyebrows. I told her the code and she unlocked it, then spent several minutes studying the display, her finger lazily flicking through what I assumed were my most recent photos.

The sounds of revelry from the nearby bar seemed to fade into the distance and an oppressive silence took over the alleyway. I realised belatedly that my now flaccid cock was still dangling from my open zipper and hastily tucked it away. Then I stared at my feet, not wanting to interrupt whatever she was doing, until finally I could stand it no longer.

“Bella -” I began, looking up.

“Catch,” she said. I got my hand up just in time to prevent the phone from sailing over my head. I opened my mouth to say… something, I wasn’t sure what. But the intense look on her face pulled me up short.

Frowning in concentration, she extended a hand in front of her, her delicate fingers and thumb outstretched as if they were gripping a ball. She glanced at me, gave a half smile and spoke some quiet words in a language I didn’t understand.

“What -” The mystified question was still forming on my lips when she rotated her hand sharply, as if turning a door knob to open it. As she did so, the world around me seemed to lurch and grow dim. I was barely conscious of dropping to one knee to steady myself.

By the time I regained my wits, the alley was empty. Climbing unsteadily to my feet, I checked my phone was okay and headed off to find a ride home. I must have had more to drink than I’d thought.

When I woke in the morning, after a night filled with strange dreams that I couldn’t quite piece together, there was no sign of a hangover. Just a sense that the world was somehow out of focus, as if I were seeing it through a mist. But I felt no pangs of alarm, just a deep tranquility. I looked briefly at the phone on my bedside cabinet, wondering if there was something on it I should check, but then concluding that there was nothing I needed to know about. I could do without it and all its attendant distractions for a day.

After a lengthy shower, shaving seemed to take ages. I went through two razors and several applications of the electric shaver before I could get my skin as smooth as I wanted it. When I went back to my room, I also struggled to find the clothes I wanted. Eventually I went and knocked on my sister’s door.

“Alina, can I come in?” There was a grunt of assent and I entered the darkened room to find its occupant in bed, only the top of her hair visible beneath the duvet. “Sorry sis, I can’t seem to find any underwear. Can I check your drawer?”

There was a short pause before she responded. “Uh, sure. Second down on the left. Don’t think there’s any of yours in there, but knock yourself out.” A hand snaked out to turn on the light, before she buried her head back under the covers.

I sifted through the drawer, uncertain of what I was looking for, until I found it. I held up the item in question. “Okay if I wear this?”

Alina poked her head out and peered at me, blinking to clear the sleep from her eyes. Her expression froze. “Andrei,” she said slowly, “you do know -“

The chiming of her phone cut her off. She reached for it slowly, her eyes still fixed on what I held in my hand. “Alina,” she said, as if uncertain that was really who she was. She listened for a few seconds, then snapped her head round as if trying to see what she was being told. There was a pause, then her eyes flicked back to me. “Yes he is,” she said, “but -“

She broke off, then twirled a finger at me to turn around. I did so and heard her get out of bed, then the rustle as she pulled on clothing. “Back in a minute,” she called as she scurried out of the room.

I sat down on the bed to wait for her, placidly examining the pink cotton panties in my hand and admiring the speckled pattern that seemed to shimmer in the artificial light.

It was a full 15 or 20 minutes before Alina returned. “Sorry about that,” she said. Her expression was one of mild amusement, though something else glittered in her eyes that I couldn’t quite read. “So you wanted to wear those, yeah?” she asked, indicating the panties that I still held. I nodded.

“Okay,” she said, “but you do realise there’s another half?” She rooted around in another dulkadiroğlu escort drawer, before throwing me something in a matching fabric that resembled a crop top. “I’m too big for that now, but it should fit you just fine. Go on, try them on.”

She turned her back on me as I shrugged off my robe and stepped into the panties. They were a snug fit, though the fabric felt strange against my skin. Perhaps it was a new kind of material. I struggled to get the crop top on, until Alina helped me with the clasps at the back. Again, the feeling of it pressing against my bare chest was odd, though not unpleasant.

I cupped my hands experimentally on the small padded cups at the front of the top. “These almost look like breasts,” I said. “They do, don’t they!” laughed Alina. She glanced down, then back up. “Um, you might want to do something though about…” She made a vague gesture.

“What?” I asked blankly.

“Your, er, bulge?” she said, pointing at my groin. I still didn’t understand. “You might want to… tuck your ptak away? So it doesn’t show so much?”

I followed her gaze. Now she mentioned it, there did seem to be something wrong about the way that the outline of my package was plainly visible underneath the taut fabric. While Alina looked away I repositioned the offending item so that it was tucked between my legs. There was still something of a bulge there, but it was nothing like as noticeable.

“Much better,” pronounced my sister. “Now, what were you planning to wear on top of that lovely underwear?”

I frowned and thought about all the clothes in my wardrobe. Suddenly, none of them seemed suitable, any more than my collection of underpants and boxer shorts had done. “I’m… not sure,” I confessed. “Do you have any suggestions?”

As it turned out, she did. She paired faded denim shorts with a short lavender top that stopped above my belly button and was tight enough to show the small bumps underneath, and over that a light blue shirt with attractive flower patterns. At Alina’s prompting I rolled up the sleeves and left the front buttons undone.

She also gave me a pair of navy blue and white striped woollen socks to wear. I held them up dubiously. “Aren’t these kind of… long?”

“Just try them,” suggested Alina. When I pulled them on, they came up above my knees, stretching so that the fabric became translucent. I expected them to itch, but they clung very comfortably to my newly hairless legs. Indeed the feeling was almost sensual.

“Wow,” said my sister enthusiastically, “you look great! But there’s one last thing to complete the outfit,” she added, handing me a pair of sandals.

I stared at them. “These have…. heels!”

“So?” came the reply. Her tone was light, but there was also a challenge there. “They’re only wedges,” she continued, “and not very high ones at that. You’ve got a good sense of balance, you’ll be fine.”

As it turned out, she was right. At least until I tried to walk in them. Alina had to give me a crash course in the art of walking in heels, which wasn’t so easy because it was something she more or less took for granted. But I eventually started to get the hang of it and she sent me outside to practice in the corridor while she showered and dressed.

Getting downstairs proved another challenge, but I felt a real sense of achievement when I made it without stumbling or having to grab the rail. With our parents away, we had the house to ourselves, so while I started making us breakfast Alina was able to put some music on and crank up the volume way past what we would usually have been allowed.

The next few hours passed pleasantly as we chatted and occasionally got up to dance to some of our favourite tracks. I wanted to kick off my sandals, but Alina insisted I got used to dancing in them. Just in case we wanted to go out later, she said. So I persevered and while I did have to take breaks from the heels to prevent my calves and feet from getting too sore, I found I could manage okay on our improvised dance floor in the hall.

While we were chatting and my sister was showing me an Insta post from a singer and producer she’d just discovered, something prompted me to ask: “Alina, do you think I could look like that?”

She squinted at me. “What, you mean the hairstyle?”

“Ye-es,” I replied slowly, “the hair and…”

“The makeup?” she asked, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. I gave a sheepish nod and her smile broadened. “Not all of it,” I hastened to add. “Maybe just, you know, the eyeliner or whatever you call it.”

“Sure,” she responded. “I could do with the practice. Come on.” She led me upstairs and into her bedroom, sitting me down in front of her dressing table. Alina was training to be a hairdresser and she’d used me as a model before, so she knew my hair well. But she also loved doing makeup for her TikTok videos, which had gained quite a following.

She didn’t do a lot to my tousled dark brown düzce escort hair. But a few judicious snips here and there, a light use of the curling iron and some strategic hairspray produced a cut which she described as “something like a French bob.” It left me with curls that framed my face in a way that was both unfamiliar and a lot more appealing than I would have thought

After that, it was on to my eyes. Alina got out something that looked like a felt tip pen and was about to apply it when she stopped and gave me a searching look.

“Look, I can just do eyeliner if you like. But it would be so much better if you let me use some eyeshadow as well. And maybe some mascara to thicken up those lovely lashes of yours. Do you think you can handle that?”

I wasn’t sure that I could and opened my mouth to say so. But as quickly as the thought came, it seemed to slip away into the haze that had surrounded me since I got up that morning. And all of a sudden, what my sister was proposing seemed not just sensible, but the most natural thing in the world.

“Of course I can sis,” I answered with a smile, “whatever you think would look good.”

So, one thing led to another and more than an hour later not only had my eyes been worked on but the whole of my face – a process that seemed to consume astonishing quantities of creams, powders and liquids, applied by an amazing array of brushes of varying sizes.

The final touch saw my lips being coated with what seemed to be an astonishingly bright pink lipstick – fuchsia, I think Alina called the colour. “We’re going bold,” she said with a grin.

“Okay,” she said when she had finished, “are you ready to meet the new you?” I nodded, a knot of trepidation forming in my stomach. Alina had been careful throughout the process not to let me get a glimpse of her work. But she turned me round now to face the mirror. “What do you think?” she asked, with just a touch of anxiety to match my own.

I blinked, conscious of the heavy feel of my eyelids and the strange taste on my lips. But as the image in the mirror came into focus, all that was forgotten.

For a brother and sister, Alina and I didn’t look much alike. If you squinted, you could see the resemblance. But where she was closer to our father, I had our mother’s looks. (Alina always insisted that I’d had the better deal, and I was never inclined to disagree.) But if I’d ever had a twin sister, she would be staring at me right now. Either that, or a younger and much hotter version of our mother – a thought I pushed away as quickly as it arrived.

“Fuck me,” I breathed

“Yes,” said Alina with a chuckle. “That is exactly what that look is saying!”

She was not wrong. The girl I was looking at was… well, pretty wasn’t quite the word, because the shape of the face wasn’t right, somehow. But attractive, striking, even glamorous – certainly. Part of that was the fantastic job Alina had done to highlight my eyes, which combined heavy black lines with glittering gold shadow to create a sultry, smouldering look. But best of all were my brightly painted and naturally plump lips, especially parted as they were right now in a perfect O of surprise that made me blush just imagining what they seemed to be inviting. As I watched, they came together to rest in what could only be described as a pout.

“You know,” mused Alina, her tone suddenly more serious, “I don’t think that’s Andrei, do you?” I shook my head. She laid a hand on my arm, leaning in alongside of me to peer at the reflection. “So who do you see? Give me her name.”

The slight but perceptible emphasis on “her” sent a shiver through me, but I considered the question all the same. “Tash,” I said slowly thinking of one of my favourite musicians – and not just because we’d listened to one of their songs not fifteen minutes earlier. I frowned. That didn’t sound quite right though. “No, Tasha.”

“Natasha!” squealed Alina, straightening up and clapping her hands with glee. “Yes – it’s perfect!”

I wasn’t sure whether she’d misheard me or just preferred the longer form. Either way, I didn’t mind. “Natasha,” I repeated softly, then watched a delighted grin break out on “her” face. Alina pulled me into a hug and planted a tender kiss on my cheek – although being careful not to disturb her handiwork.

We spent the next several hours just hanging out, enjoying some “sister time” as Alina put it. She took every opportunity to call me Natasha and the name didn’t once fail to put a smile on my face. At some point we had pizza delivered and raided our parents’ wine collection for a nice bottle of red to drink with it. Another followed and our mood first mellowed and then grew boisterous.

We were just debating whether to crack open a third bottle when Alina grabbed my hand and announced in a dramatic voice: “I know! Let’s go out!”

I goggled at her. “What,” I said incredulously, and gesturing at myself, “looking like this?”

“No, silly!” she giggled. “Looking waaaay better!” I tried to argue with her, but she overrode my objections. We’d go somewhere dark, quiet and out of the way, she insisted. She’d been moping at home for the past two weeks since breaking up with her last boyfriend and was keen to get out again – plus, it was clear, she was dying to show off her “new sister.”

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Mistress had that look in her eye. That evil, mischievous look that always meant she had plans for me. Plans that I was sure I wouldn’t like. She acted innocently, greeting her slave warmly, but I knew. I always knew when she had something planned, some new devious thing she was going to do to me. What was worse, was knowing that whatever it was I would do it. To make her smile. To make her happy. To be her good girl.

Bringing me by the hand, I followed closely behind her, heart pumping in my chest. My caged clit frustratingly pulsed in its cage, so desperate for a release. For attention. It had been months since Mistress had paid it any close attention, leaving my clit in her cage. Whimpering every time I saw her, pleading for it not to be forgotten.

But forgotten it was, Mistress preferring to make me cum with her cock, rejoicing in the moans and squeals she could pull involuntarily from me with whichever monster she strapped to herself that day. Lately, with how long I had been denied, she often sent me home at the end of the night after rubbing my caged clit with her hands, gently kissing my swollen balls, no intent of unlocking me, savouring the torment that it caused her sissy. Her good girl. Knowing that I would be locked all week until I came back to her, so she could do it all over again.

I was pulled into her room, immediately stripping and falling to my knees. My caged clit still in my panties, to which my Mistress giggled at seeing. My rights to choose my own undergarments had been revoked months ago, but she still enjoyed the sight of her choices. Her commands being followed. She gently cupped my chin, softly kissing my forehead as she called me a good girl. Those two words sending a shiver through my body, a wave of pleasure and happiness, my eyes never leaving my Mistress. My Goddess. My world.

Leaving me in a daze, Mistress scooted to the next room, rummaging through packaging it sounded like, returning with two boxes. One looked larger, rectangular, most likely clothing if I had to guess. I blushed, immediately many different outfits popped into my mind that Mistress would be forcing me into. She always had a knack in finding the perfect outfit for every occasion. Whether she wanted to humiliate me, make me feel pretty, or just put me on display, it never failed to amaze me how she continued to leave me speechless.

The second box was much smaller, and a tiny nugget of fear churned in my stomach. She had shown me boxes like this many times, and almost always it was a new cage for me. Sometimes just a new colour, or a new style she wanted to see me in. But without fail they were always the same size, or much, much smaller. I gulped looking down at my tiny caged clit, terrified she would make it even smaller…

Smiling, seeing the curiousity and fear in my eyes, Mistress giggled as she placed a blindfold over my eyes. Handcuffs soon found their way to my wrists, leaving me helpless and whimpering. Shushing me with a light pat on the cheek, Mistress proceeded to pull down my panties. My breath caught, never sure what her plans were for me when she touched my aching and denied little clit. Patting my balls, making me twitch and whine, I felt the built in lock dinar escort slowly leave my cage.

As I felt the prison leave my clit, I instantly got hard. Blushing and embarrassed, knowing I wasn’t suppose to, I felt my clit twitch back and forth in the air, screaming to be played with. Screaming to cum. I couldn’t remember the last time I was erect, almost a foreign feeling between my legs. Tutting, Mistress simply watched her desperate sissy, disappointed in her desperation. She ran a stocking covered foot over my denied and filled balls, forcing a moan out of my eager lips.

Her foot quickly went from comforting to commanding, tapping my balls with enough force to make me cry out. Waiting for her sissy to calm down, Mistress repeated the process, again and again, until my poor clit understood it would have no release, shrinking back down in defeat. Quickly the ring of my cage was slipped off, replaced by something much tighter. Breath caught in my throat, I whimpered thinking of what I would open my eyes to. What new torment she was going to leave me in.

The new ring nice and secure, I felt Mistress press my new cage onto my clit. Impossibly tight and small, almost feeling like she was shoving it back inside of me, I softly whined, begging her not to. She simply ignored me, continuing on the task at hand. Hearing the smallest of clicks, I knew my fate was sealed, heart thumping in my chest, awaiting to see my new prison. Mistress slowly took off the blindfold, ensuring her eyes were the first thing I saw. Full of mischievous, excitement, and desire, she took in every moment of seeing my new cage.

I looked down in confusion and horror, almost unable to comprehend what I was seeing. The cage, if you could call it that, didn’t seem to come out of me at all. Smaller than anything I had ever seen, hot pink that was undeniably noticeable, hugging my clit tighter than I had ever felt. I gulped, unable to speak, looking back up at my Mistress. I was met with a giggle and a smile, obviously very happy with her new purchase. I knew there was no talking her out of it, and I knew there was no use arguing. This was my new normal, my new clit.

With a final pat on my cheek, calling me her good girl, Mistress bounded to the bed for my next surprise. Taking what looked like a body suit out of the box, she beckoned me over. Still in my cuffs, I was bent over the bed where she removed my panties. A lubed finger played with and entered my ass, forcing a moan as I felt her stretching me, getting me ready for her next torment. Her finger was quickly replaced by a plug, snug as my cage, fitting perfectly against my g-spot.

Releasing me from my bondage, she spanked my ass, bringing my mind away from the new toy inside of me. Handing me my tights for the evening, hot pink just like my new clit, Mistress left me to it as she got the rest of my outfit ready. Blushing, I slid the nylon up my shaved legs, relishing in one of my favourite activities. Feeling the smoothness of the fabric against the smoothness of my skin, I giggled as they encased me. Snugly fitting up to my waist, my clit was barely visible, so tiny in comparison.

Running her hands over me, Mistress diyarbakır escort turned me around to step into my new outfit. It slid up to hug my crotched, fitting against my clit and in between my cheeks. I knew how on display I was, how little would be left to the imagination. As the outfit sat on my shoulders, pulling even more against my clit, I whimpered as I saw what had Mistress so excited.

Almost squealing with glee, she ran her fingers across my clit. The body suit she found almost had a pouch, the lightest fabric I had ever felt, which perfectly outlined my clit. My denied and full balls, my new tiny clit, all exposed, encased, outlined, and highlighted. Watching her fingers slowly circle me, starting to react to her touch, I whimpered as I felt myself get excited. But my poor clit never grew, almost pushing internally as a way to escape from its prison. Continuing to smile, enjoying the effect both her and the outfit were having, Mistress relented in her teasing assault.

She finished the outfit with cuffs, collar, heels, and my ears (all pink of course), completing her sissy bunny for the evening. Standing in front of her mirror, I blushed, looking as pretty as I felt. Still unable to take my eyes of my new clit, now left on full display for the world to see, I let her finish completing my look. Wig, outlandish make-up, and her own signature perfume for me, I nervously played with my hands as Mistress clipped a leash to my collar. With a trusting wink, a sly smile, and a mischievous laugh, she tugged at my neck, leading me towards her car, and whatever evening she had planned.

We drove to a house I had been before, a friend of my Mistress who often hosted parties. Many of these I had served at, handing out drinks and food, smiling through the wandering hands of many guests. Tonight however, felt much different, sitting in my bunny suit, my new clit at the forefront of my mind. The mischievous glint in my Mistress’ eye, I nervously stared as I was led out of the car, terrified about what awaited me inside.

I blushed deeper than I had in a long time being greeted by the cheers and hollers as Mistress walked me through the door. Most of the people I had met many times before as Mistress’ sissy, but some were new. Some of her friends hugged me, telling me how adorable I looked, some teasingly ran their fingers over my new clit, saying it is exactly what I deserved. I burned red, and meekly thanked them through it all.

Overwhelmed, I was almost relieved when Mistress brought me to a spot on the wall, ordering me to pose and wait to be needed. I watched her hand my leash up on the wall, her iron stare might as well have nailed it there. Hands on my hip, eyes down, legs firmly together, a stance I have practiced many times, I waited.

Although left on the wall, I was certainly not ignored. Many visitors made there way over to tease me, play with me, torment me. I was made to turn, showing off my ass, feeling hands moving all over me. I whimpered, my excited clit pushing inside of me rather than straining against my cage, a sensation I was not used to. Mistress observed it all through the corner of her eye, enjoying my torment.

Finally doğubeyazıt escort the host saved me, shooing away the teasing party goers as she brought me to the kitchen. I was more than happy to help, to be distracted, moving drinks and food around the room. Painfully aware of how excited I was, I desperately tried to ignore my throbbing clit, and how desperate I was to cum. Although that task was impossible, constantly reminded by wandering hands as I made my way around the room. Each drink was met with a complimentary pat on the butt. Each dish was returned with a subtle rub on my clit. Whimpering, wide-eyed, and frustrated, I tried my best to be a good girl.

Seeing my torment, the desire spreading in my eyes, Mistress took me by the arm, rescuing me from a crowd. Breathing hard, virtually overcome with lust and desperation, she sat me in the middle of the room. Strapped down, unable to move, I almost didn’t care what she had planned for me. My body screamed to cum, and my eyes gave me away as I stared up at my Mistress. She simply smiled, tightening my binds, almost forcing my plug further inside of me.

Happy that I couldn’t move, my Mistress went behind me, leaning in to breathe and softly whisper in my ear. I openly moaned, no longer able to hide my desperation, as her hand found my clit. One hand teasing my nipples, she rubbed my clit through my outfit. I groaned, moaning so deeply, so desperately, wanting nothing but to feel her hands on me. Softly she rubbed, back and forth, playing with my clit. I had never felt this aroused through my cage before, never felt so desperate.

Back and forth, up and down, pinching and squeezing, she did not relent playing with my newly encased clit. I leaned my head back into her, softly begging for something, my poor confused brain didn’t know what. Mistress simply shushed me, kissing my cheek, telling me to be her good girl. Her good sissy. She wanted me to cum for all the people here, cum in my new outfit, cum in my new cage. To show everyone that I didn’t even need to be released to cum, instead my new clit just needed to be teased. To be played with.

Moaning, a small part of me trying to rebel at my new normal, I felt that familiar feeling rising up in me. Whimpering, so desperate for a release, I tried to push into her hands, to get as close as possible to her touch. I knew I was going to cum. I knew I was going to be her good girl. I knew I was going to be her good little sissy bunny. And I knew everyone here was going to see it.

Eyes wide, breath catching in my throat, I almost fainted as I was given my release. Almost screaming in ecstasy when my voice returned, I felt my clit cum harder than ever before. Mistress’ fingers never stopping, cum dripping through my new outfit, I came and I came to the cheers and laughter in the room. Unable to do anything, hyper fixating on my clit, I was enslaved to my orgasm. I melted into my Mistress, hearing her call me a good girl, showing me her cum covered fingers. I never hesitated when they were brought to my mouth, cleaning my Mistress from her sissy’s mess.

Exhausted, released from the chair, Mistress led her blushing sissy back to the wall, cum still dripping from her outfit like a little whore. Leaving me in place, she leaned in and whispered. Whispered that this was the next step in our dynamic, our relationship. The cage would be my new normal. Cumming in it would be my new normal.

Still shaky from my orgasm, I could only stare at my Mistress, my world, and smile.

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Mikes First Transgendered Pt. 16

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Mike’s gay and transgendered experience’s part 16.

Please go read 1 — 15 before reading this one.

Our six-month anniversary and I am in absolute love.

David and I planned a one-night getaway to an antique quaint style town a few hours up the road from where we live. Unfortunately, due to his work schedule and mine, we couldn’t get a way for a long weekend. But we didn’t want to miss our anniversary day, so we booked a hotel room and on Saturday morning we made our way. We arrived just after lunch time and got situated in our room. The weather was beautiful, so we decide to walk around town looking at the antique stores and mom and pop shops. We each bought a few items eventually making our way back to the hotel late afternoon. We both laid down and took a brief nap, before heading to dinner.

I showered up before him, dressing to the 9’s for our anniversary dinner. When David finished getting dressed, we headed to the local prime restaurant for dinner. After we ate a nice romantic dinner, I presented David with his anniversary present. I bought him a nice watch and a couple ties for work. He gave me a nice pair of shoes from his favorite shoe store and a charming bracelet with our names and anniversary date engraved on the underside of it. It was so romantic and thoughtful of him. After dinner we walked around town a bit more, walking hand in hand and just visiting the local shops. What David didn’t know was, while he was showering, I had placed a bottle of Champagne and fresh strawberries on ice in our room, so when we got back, we could have a nice romantic drink and feed each other strawberries, before making love.

We returned to the room at about 8:30 P.M., and I surprised him with the Champagne. We sat on the bed, slowly drinking and feeding each other strawberries just being romantic and falling more in love with each other. Our conversations revolved around our future, our fantasies and desires and of course, we were both getting buzzed and horny. David pulled me in for our first kiss of the evening which was a slow, soft and romantic kiss. Our tongues softly and slowly swirled around each other’s mouth as we edged in closer. I knew I was in love with him and I wanted to scream it out, but I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way or was ready to say it back. David unbuttoned my dress shirt, sliding if off my arms as he kissed his way down my chest. He stopped and softly kissed, sucked and played with my nipples. My dick started to get hard as his hand was rubbing up and down my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my crotch. My head leaded back and I moaned in pleasure as he continued seducing me.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my dress pants, pulling my partially hard cock out. I needed to be touched. I needed to be stroked off. I needed to be sucked and I needed to cum. David’s head slowly dipped further down and he put his mouth around my hard cock. I leaned back a bit feeling his warm mouth, sliding up and down my shaft. “OMG David,” I moaned out, as I watched the back of his head bob up and down. David sucked me for a few minutes before I got to the point of needing him.

“David, I need your cock,” slipped from my mouth.

David pulled away from sucking my dick and came back up face to face with me. We kissed deeply as my hands rubbed up and down his body over his clothing. My hard cock still sticking up and out of my pants. David’s hand reached down grabbing my shaft, making me draw in a long deep breath. I started unbuttoning his dress shirt, pulling him out of it. I reached my hand down and unbuckled his belt, spreading the buckle and belt away from his waist. My hand grasped and grabbed his cock over his pants while we kissed deeply as he kept stroking me off. I managed to get his button open and unzipped his pants, reaching down into his boxers grabbing a hold of his hard shaft. I gasped for air again, as my hand wrapped around his cock. As I pulled from my kiss, I whispered aloud to him, “Oh my god David, I want you.”

I started to slide off of the bed as David started pulling his pants down. When I was down on my knees he slid towards the edge of the bed as I helped him slide off his pants. My hands gently rubbed up and down his inner thighs, as I knelt staring at his hard cock sticking straight up, waiting to be played with and sucked off. My cock still sticking out of my pants, hard and throbbing. My ass began to tingle wanting to be penetrated. I leaned my head down as I edged in closer, putting his hard cock deep in my mouth. I moaned through my mouth full of cock happy to have his dick denizli escort in there. My hands kept rubbing up and down his thighs as my heads bobbed up and down on his cock, making soft, deep slurping sounds. In my head I was thinking, I want to suck this dick every day.

David leaned back on his elbows, watching me sucking his cock, enjoying every minute of this long, slow, wet blowjob. I pulled his cock from my mouth and stroked his shaft, staring into his eyes, thinking to myself; “Tell me what you want me to do to this cock baby.” I leaned back down placing his cock back into my mouth. I pulled my pants down further grabbing my shaft and stroking myself and I sucked on his cock. I needed to be played with and I needed to be sucked too. I pulled David’s dick from my mouth and stood up. I pulled my pants down and off and told him, “Back up.”

David slid himself further back onto the bed. When he laid down on his back, I walked around to the side of the bed and leaned my head down towards his dick, as I got on my knees on the mattress. Just as I put his cock back into my mouth, I lifted my leg and swung my body over him, putting us into a 69. I felt Davis’s hands grasping my legs guiding me into the right position. With some adjusting and lowering, I felt David wrap his mouth around my cock, as I continued slurping up and down on his. We laid together sucking each other off for quite a while and I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of sucking his cock, while he was sucking mine. His fingers tickled and teased my asshole as his mouth caressed, pleasured and excited ever nerve on my cock. My head kept bobbing up and down on him, trying to bring him to orgasm.

I rammed his cock all the way down my throat, holding it deep inside me as I heard him moan through the blow job, he was giving me. To make it more pleasurable for him, I would then slide my mouth all the way up his shaft slowly to the tip of my lips, swirling my tongue around it while it was just inside my mouth. Pulling him out occasionally to stroke his shaft, moaning dirty statements like, “David I want you to cum in my mouth.”

David picked up his pace on my shaft, as I continued sucking him. The only sounds in the room were light moaning from both of us, coupled with the sounds of wo blow jobs going on at one. David’s cock was hard as a rock and his hips starting thrusting up and down, a sure sign he was close to cumming.

I pulled his cock from my mouth and told him, “Fucking cum baby, I want your cum.”

When I put him back into my mouth, David started thrusting harder and harder upwards with his hips, as he was on the verge of blowing his load. My cock was rock fucking hard and I wasn’t too far away from cumming as well. David’s moans got louder and louder and he started whimpering. I felt his cock start cumming in my mouth. His warm soft, sticky load, swirling around my mouth and down my throat. After I swallowed down every drop, I pulled his cock from my mouth and was holding it in my hand. The excitement of him still sucking my cock after I made him cum, brought me to an instant orgasm. “David, Holy Fuck,” I screamed out, just as I started cumming. I put his dick back in my mouth sucking it little a pacifier, while my cum shot deep into his throat. David and I kept each other’s cock in our mouths for about two more minutes after cumming, just making sure we each got every drop.

When it was over, I slowly climbed off of him, swinging myself around. I leaned down face to face with him, kissing his lips softly. Our mouths eventually parted and our tongues swirled around each other’s mouths, tasting each other’s cum. I laid down next to David, lying just off of his left side partially on his arm and chest. David and I laid around naked, finishing our Champagne and just enjoying naked time together.

After a long while David got up and brushed his teeth, getting himself ready for bed. I got partially dressed and ran outside of the last smoke of the night. When I got back, I freshened up and climbed into bed next to him. Just before I climbed into bed, I placed David’s anniversary bracelet on my wrist, falling asleep wearing only that. And happy to be wearing only that. We fell asleep pretty quickly, naked and comfortable from our blow jobs and cumming.

About 2:00 A.M. I felt David roll over and wrap his arm around me. He snuggled up behind me and suddenly I was the little spoon. I wrapped my arms over his and pulled him in closer as we tried to fall back to sleep. David began kissing the back of my neck softly and seductively. develi escort I got excited that he was cuddling with me and maybe trying to be romantic and loving and I was happy he was lying next to me. David got up and went to the bathroom to pee. As he returned, I heard him fumbling around by his suitcase. I figured he was getting something to wear, since we were both still naked. A short time late he climbed into bed and cuddled right up behind me again.

David continued softly kissing my neck and shoulder area, as his hands began rubbing all over my arms and chest. He whispered, “I want you now.”

“Are you still horny honey?” I asked him.

I felt his nose rub against my neck as he whispered, “Yes. I am always horny for you.”

My heart melted, because at least I knew he wanted me there and enjoyed sex with me.

I heard the top of the lube bottle pop open and within a second David’s hand slid in-between my ass cheeks. The cold lube, sliding over and up and down my asshole sent hormonal feelings deep inside me. I knew he was going to fuck me in the ass and my stomach was doing flips waiting for it. I lifted my leg slightly and moaned as he fingers rubbed and caressed my asshole. David’s hand pulled away as I reached back and behind me, finding his hard cock, bulging and standing straight upwards. I pulled on his shaft as he was fumbling with the condom wrapper. When he finished sliding it on, he pushed his hips forward as I adjusted slightly trying to line up his cock to my asshole. I felt his hard cock, hit my asshole, he tried pushing into me a few times, missing getting it in.

I said, “Lets just do it this way.”

I rolled onto my back and grabbed the pillow from under my head, lifting my hips up and sliding the pillow under my lower back / the top of my ass crack. David got onto his knees and in between my legs. I lifted my legs up as his body leaned in. His hand grabbing his shaft lining up his hard cock with my asshole. I pulled my legs closer into my chest giving him better access. With one giant push David slid his cock into me, almost hurting me, because I hadn’t been fingered and the condom wasn’t lubed, but I was ok with it. David slowly started sliding his hips back and forth pushing into me further and deeper. I moaned in pleasure as I felt his hard cock, getting deeper and deeper into me. “Softly baby, just like that.” I whispered out.

David was holding his body up by his arms, as I grabbed and stroked my cock, I wasn’t hard, and to be honest, I didn’t care. I was being fucked, pleasured anally by him, who was fucking me like a man should. So, if I didn’t get hard or cum, wasn’t a concern for me at that moment. After a while of his cock lovingly sliding in and out of me, kissing me deeply, he let his body down on top of mine and pressed against me, skin to skin. I felt like a true woman being made love to, while her man was sliding his cock in and out of her wet pussy. But in this case, his hard cock sliding deep in and out of my tight ass.

“OMG David, you feel amazing.” Spewed from my mouth.

After making love to me face to face and chest to chest for a few minutes, David raised himself back up onto his arms and hands hovering over me as I spread my legs open and upwards wide open for his hips to push deeper into me. I reached down again with my left hand and started playing with my limp cock again. But, the feeling of having my ass banged was more erotic and carnal than being hard, so I decided I didn’t want to cum. I just wanted to lie here and get fucked making sure he got off. I put both of my hands on the outsides of David’s arms, as he was holding himself up by them, slamming his cock in and out of me.

“Yah baby, fuck me….. Auuughhh… Yah…. David fuck me.” Spewed from my mouth.

His cock felt so big and so thick sliding in and out of my tight ass as I laid there in this dark hotel room, in the middle of the night; on our 6-month anniversary, being fucked, taking every inch of him. “Yah fuck my ass baby, fuck your pussy,” Slipped from my mouth.

As I laid here being banged, I wondered if I would cum with a soft cock. I was curious to know if I could cum on my back without touching myself. Because a few times when he’s fucked me doggie styled, I’ve cum hard without too much self-pleasuring. David was moaning and breathing heavy, as the sound of slapping skin filled the room. The mattress squeaking and popping as he continued pounding my ass. “David, cum in your ass baby.” Slipped from my mouth, as he continued diving his cock devrek escort deep inside me.

“Whose ass is this?” He asked.

“It’s your ass!” I squealed out.

“Yes, it is!” He grunted.

“It’s all your ass David. ALL YOURS!”

David began pounding me harder groaning out, “Whose cock is fucking your ass?” He asked.

“Your cock baby, your cock.!” I squealed out…

“Yes, it is!” He replied.

“You like this cock deep in your ass?” He asked.

“OMG David! Yes, I love your cock in my ass!” I replied.

“Your cock is perfect David; I love it up my ass! I furthered.

I was answering his question, but I was also screaming in my head; I love you David, I fucking love you.

My head was tilted back, my mouth wide open full of drool, my legs now wide-open feeling the pleasures of his cock deep in my ass. OMG David! All the dirty talk, started to get me hard and sent tingles throughout my body. I started moaning out again and again, “YES, FUCK ME BABY! FUCK ME.”

David was pumping me as hard and as fast as he could. I moved my legs from wide open up towards the sides of his ribs. After a while of them being along his sides, David pinned my legs to my chest holding them down with his hands under my thighs, my partially hard cock hid between my legs, while being pleasured by his throbbing cock diving deep in and out of me. I wanted to scream I love you David. More importantly I wanted his to scream it to me.

“Mike I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” Bolted from his mouth.

“Yeah, cum in my ass baby, cum in it.” I bellowed back.

David picked up his pace and started ramming his cock in and out of me for about another minute. My focus turned back to him, eye to eye contact with me screaming out in pleasure as I squeezed the exterior of his arms. His hips thrust his cock deep inside me. “HOLY FUCK DAVID!” I screamed out, coupled my quick hard whimpers and quips of, “Oh God, Oh God” crying out from my lips as he banged my ass. Just about a minute later, David’s body started quivering and he moaned aloud, “I’m fucking cumming,” as he blasted his load deep inside me. His motion still pumping back and forth but slowing as he ejaculated deep into the condom, deep in my ass.

My asshole wide open, my cock tingling, but not cumming, my heart racing and my legs shaking as I lay here in the dark. I thought to myself, I could do this the rest of my life. His cock is perfect. The way he fucks me is perfect, and the more cock I get the further I get away from women and the more I want to be a girl. “OMG David your amazing,” I moaned out.

David still had his cock buried deep inside me as his body fell on top of me and we kissed deeply as the last bit of his orgasm, drifted away. Our tongues swirled around each other’s mouth. I wasn’t even hard and I didn’t cum, but didn’t even want to. I was loving every bit of lying here getting fucked hard, pleasing my man’s needs, without even worrying about myself. David pulled from our kissing his head down onto my chest, his cock still deep inside me, as my legs wrapped around his waist.

“That was incredible.” I spoke.

David catching his breath said, “Yes it was.”

When he finally slid his cock out of me, I felt lube sliding out of my asshole, like cum would drip out of me. David and I fell asleep again, naked and cuddled in this dark hotel room, after having a wonderful round 2 of sex. I felt more and more like a true woman, letting my man pound my ass until he came deep inside me. There was no doubt I was going to be getting fucked for a long time to come. I knew I wanted it. I knew I needed it and I knew I loved it!

The next morning after breakfast, we ended up showering together before we checked out and headed home. After washing each other and ourselves, David spun me around and bent me over at the waist. He started eating my ass out for a few minutes in the shower. I thought he was going to slide up behind me and fuck my ass hard again. I wanted him to, I didn’t even care if he had a condom on or not, I just wanted his cock inside me again. But sadly, he didn’t. By the end of our shower, he had given me a blow job and I gave him one, until we both came again swallowing each other down.

On the way home, I wore my new shoes and bracelet and was so happy we spent our six-month anniversary here, alone and naked.

The next few months saw several few weeks, where we were unable to see each other, due to scheduling. But we got through it and continued our relationship without too many bumps in the road. By the time we finally got back on track and could really spend time together as often as we wanted it was almost 8 months in. That’s when we finally said I love you to each other and moved our relationship forward.

I’ll tell you all about that night in the next chapter.

To Be Continued…

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A few years back, I lost my job and ended up homeless for a couple of months. That I never once spent a night on the streets is down to good friends, a little luck and the kindness of strangers.

Strangers such as Martin..

Actually, we had a mutual friend, and I met him at her place. I’d been crashing on her sofa for a couple of nights, but had to get out the next day cos she had guests coming.

I told him my sad story, and he seemed to really sympathise..

“Where will you go next?” he asked.

“I dunno,” I confessed. “But something’s sure to turn up..”

“I’ve a lovely sofa,” he suggested, “and it’s yours if you want it.”

I smiled sweetly, and said I’d think about it. Of course, we both knew I’d take up his offer, just as we both knew what he’d want in return.

The following night, I slept at Martin’s place..

His sofa really was lovely. It was soft and so spacious it could have been a bed. Wrapped in a duvet and wearing just a nightie, I couldn’t have been more snug, and fell asleep almost the moment the light went out.

It was perhaps an hour later that Martin woke me..

He’d climbed in beside me and was snuggling while kissing my face. But I think it was the hand he placed up my nightie that roused me from my slumber. He was gently massaging my boy-bits, stretching life into my dosy little cock.

“What are you doing?” I asked sleepily.

“What do you think!” he replied.

He shuffled further down under the duvet, till I felt his warm breath tickle my boy-bits. Before I knew it, he had the whole of my little cock in his mouth and was sucking and blowing, teasing the undulations of my throbbing cherry with his lascivious tongue.

Groaning with pleasure, I wrapped my bare legs tightly round his shoulders and ran my fingers gently through his hair as the first of my cream splashed between his eager lips, causing me a wild spasm.

He slipped a finger up my bumhole and began to furiously finger fuck me, which made me cry with pleasure as I quickly shot my load. Even after my cock had purged the last drop of cum, spasms continued to convulse my legs, and for several minutes I moaned and groaned in sheer ecstacy.

Martin kissed me passionately, then, without a word, returned to his own bed, while I turned over and enjoyed the most wonderful night’s sleep I’d had for quite some time.

When I woke up, Martin had already defne escort gone to work. I ate a lazy breakfast and pottered dreamily about his flat, thinking about what a nice guy he was, and wondering whether there was any potential for a serious relationship.

Alas, such pleasant thoughts were soon shattered..

Martin returned home just after six, bringing his friend and work colleague Lee with him. From the start, I didn’t like the look of Lee. Whereas Martin was dark and sultry, stocky but with a gentle demeanour, Lee was tall, blonde and muscular, with tattoos on his arms that I feared had far-right connotations.

The moment Lee entered the flat, I knew there was going to be trouble. He glared at me menacingly, while Martin seemed strangely troubled.

I didn’t like the way either of them were looking at me..

I suddenly felt vulnerable. To please Martin, who’d been such a sweetie the night before, I’d really dolled myself up, and was wearing a low-cut leopard print blouse, a black leather miniskirt, black seamed hold-up stockings and red, three-inch stiletto mule sandals.

I’d gone to a lot of trouble over my makeup too, giving myself soft smokey eyes and two- toned lips. I’d tidied my hair and was wearing large, dangly earrings.

I’d made myself beautiful for a man I’d thought caring and kind, yet here he was, staring at me like I was dirt! And even worse, he’d brought along a friend who looked like a real psycho.

To tell the truth, I was terrified. Still, remembering that appearances can be deceptive, I tried greeting them both with my sweetest smile..

“Cut the crap, bitch! Just tell us what you’ve done with my pal’s wallet?” Those were the first words I ever heard Lee say. As he spoke, he walked right up to me, shaking with rage. I was so scared I turned and fled into the kitchen.

I slammed the door on them, but there wasn’t a lock, and even if there had been, it wasn’t the kind of door that would hold back two strapping guys for even a second. As I cowered by the sink, Lee grabbed me by the throat and began throttling me.

“Where’s his wallet, bitch?” he shouted, blasting spittle venomously into my face.

“I d-dunno what you mean!” I cried. I was absolutely terrified; I could see a knife on the draining board, easily within his reach, and believed he would all too happily use it.

Luckily, demetevler escort the same thought crossed Martin’s mind..

“Don’t hurt her,” he said calmly. “If she won’t tell us then we’ll just have to call the police, that’s all.”

“Okay,” said Lee, “call them then!”

“But I haven’t taken anything!” I wailed tearfully. I could hardly see through all the tears, which I could feel streaming down my cheeks. God knows what I must have looked like! And much as I knew they’d made a terrible mistake and that I was innocent of whatever they thought I’d done, still I didn’t want them to call the police. A homeless, unemployed trans woman never wants anyone to call the police!

“Please don’t call them!” I begged, “It’s just a terrible misunderstanding. I’ll do anything to help put it right…”

“I’ll bet you would, you bitch!” yelled Lee, and threatened to headbutt me. But Martin was far more conciliatory..

“Perhaps it IS just a misunderstanding?” he mused. “After all, it was dumb of me to bring you here, knowing what I knew about your circumstances. There was only £70 in that wallet; the cards can easily be cancelled. So maybe we could come to some kind of arrangement?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” I asked gingerly.

“Well, let’s just say, for example, we spitroasted you? We could call that £70, couldn’t we, Lee?”

His friend shrugged sulkily. “Guess so!” he muttered.

“Well, what’s it to be, Carrie?”

“But I honestly didn’t take anything!” I protested.

“Well, I guess if that’s how you’re going to respond, then I’ve no choice but to call the police!”

Martin sighed. He took out his phone, looking genuinely sad and disappointed, and began pressing keys.

“N-no!” I pleaded, “I’ll do it! Please, just no police!”

“Alright,” said Martin, “Let’s get into the bedroom..”

Tentatively, I followed Martin into his bedroom, with Lee close behind me, breathing down my neck. No sooner were we through the door, than he spoke..

“Take your clothes off, bitch!” he barked, with typical charm.

With trembling fingers, I awkwardly removed my blouse before stepping out of my skirt, my legs quaking. I stood shivering in my bra, panties, stockings and mule sandals, while Martin and Lee casually undressed.

The night before I’d been special to Martin, but I could see from his look that now I demirözü escort was nothing more than a piece of meat..

And that he and Lee were to be my butchers!

Both were well built, muscular guys boasting impressive six packs, and each was very well endowed. Lee’s manhood was perhaps a little shorter than Martin’s, though both had at least eight inches of solid meat.

And they knew exactly what to do with their assets..

“Get down here, bitch!” Lee pointed at his throbbing cock, which was pointing straight at me like the barrel of a pistol. Trembling, I bent down and tentatively began licking his iron stem.

I had hardly begun when I felt Martin tug my panties down onto my thighs. Soon after, his ramrod hard cock penetrated my bumhole.

Instantly, my legs flailed, and I should have tumbled to the ground but that Lee had a firm grip on my hair, whilst Martin held me skewered!

He began pumping away manically, pounding my poor boy-pussy while, terrified of getting any further on the psycho Lee’s wrong side, I did my best to give him a great blowjob, licking every inch of his pulsating stem before finally slipping his glistening cherry between my quivering lips.

Lee now worked me up and down, using his grip on my hair to force ever more of his expansive ramrod down my throat, and caring nothing how much I gagged and choked. He worked me mercilessly in and out, his precum spattering my hard worked tongue with a salty foretaste of things to come.

And they were not long coming..

Trembling in my mule sandals, I gasped for breath as the first of Martin’s heady load of cream exploded into my boy-pussy, followed moments later by Lee’s salty cum flooding my mouth so completely I feared I might drown.

They had fired in synchronicity, and I dropped to my hands and knees in utter exhaustion, with cum bubbling from my bumhole and dribbling from my lips simultaneously.

From where I lay, I could see underneath the bed..

Though it was dark, I could clearly see the silhouette of a flat, square object lying on its own. I stretched out my arm and fetched it..

It was Martin’s wallet!

“What’s this?” I asked vexedly.

“My wallet!” Martin exclaimed, “So you didn’t pinch it after all?”

“No!” I exclaimed, “Just like I told you..”

Even Lee looked sheepish. But more than that, he was disappointed.

“Now I’ll never get my turn at the back!” he grumbled.

“Not unless we renegotiate!” I replied.

The upshot? They each got to do me from the other end, while I got to stay a couple more nights on Martin’s lovely sofa. And oh, yes – I kept the £70 from his wallet..

It was only fair, seeing that I’d earned it!

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Daddy Love Part one.

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A twenty year old saturated in cheating is numb to cheating on her fiancé.

I am twenty years old now and technically a virgin. My hymen is intact. Looking back I have no idea how many hand jobs I’ve given, nor blow jobs, nor how many cocks have been in my ass hole.

I am engaged and instead of a bachelorette party I am having dinner with my daddy and my four stepfathers. My intended is pleased with me since I’m not going to be fucked by male strippers.

My name is Deana. I am five feet seven inches tall, with long red hair mostly in a ponytail. I am shapely mostly due to one hundred and forty five pounds about my body. Full B cup, small C cup with a very large ass. When I was getting fucked in the ass, my lovers would grab this roll of fat and pull onto the cock pounding me as they were about to warm up my inside with jizz.

It’s Thursday and Friday morning I will be carrying around a donut pillow to sit on and I will have a very sore throat.

My mom works for a huge insurance company, Berkshire Hathaway. There is an office in Seattle and there is a new stepdad, but I don’t know his name.

I call him “Limpy”. I don’t know his name. I could call him Sissy I suppose. He played football for the Seahawks, a tight end. Bwahahahaha, I can hear you laughing, well, actually I’m not sure how Beth my mom seduces them, but sooner or later they’re hand cuffed to her bed, including their ankles and she owns their ass.

First she calls it their ass, then at some point it becomes their “boipussy” and then it’s just cunt. Daddy and all of my stepdads, except for Limpy, then learn how to suck really big black dicks and then crave anal orgasms from big black dicks.

I don’t why Beth hates men so much and she does, but the next step is a flight to Mexico and then Daddy, especially Daddy receive giant, jiggly breast enhancements and butt inserts and finally hormone replacement therapy (HRT) to become shemales.

Daddy looks so much like Daisy Taylor it’s uncanny. Usually the HRT causes the dick’s and especially the balls to shrivel up. But as Daddy explained to me about RFF phalloplasty they took some of his forearm and built a nine inch dick that is hyper erogenous. All of my stepdads have monster cocks and they are all stunningly gorgeous women.

I knew when I was at MIT that I was bi-sexual. After class in my freshman year I seduced my literature TA (teacher’s assistant) Doug and took him in my ass for five days straight, then went home to dinner to meet his wife Joni. Apparently he had fucked many a student while pursuing his doctorate. We had dinner and they lived in a three bedroom apartment owned by his parents. After dinner she was washing the dishes.

I had noticed how shy she was, pretty with blond hair in a short ponytail, nice titties without a bra. I came up next to her at the sink and bumped hips and said, “Hey honey, you come to this place often, “I reached around her and grabbed her waist and pulled her to me and continued,” so how married are you, a girl might feel like kissing a hottie like you. Come on hot stuff, hit me with your best shot,” and we turned into each other and our titties were mashed together and we kissed.

She took me to their bedroom and locked the door and she taught me how to kiss, I really did not know before and how to eat pussy, she banged me that night both my pussy and my ass. Hubby is an associative professor at Seattle University now. At some point I will have to explain my love for shemales and lesbians to my new husband.

The dinner was at an old time Italian place up the hill across I-5 named Vito’s. Cannelloni and manicotti, neither of which were on the menu, veal, sausage and peppers it, the food and red wine were incredible. Nobody wanted dessert, I asked for a Campari and soda. My dad brought out Vito Jr., Vito Sr. would have been one hundred and ten or so.

I leaned in for air kiss on both cheeks and his hand was on my mound and I gasped. He cupped my pussy and I shrieked, “I am a virgin!”

He looked at Daddy and yelled, “She’s a girl, for Christ’s sake. What the fuck Lenny?”

Lenny was my dad’s name, but almost everyone called her Lina. Vito had been his little league coach and they were friends with benefits. Vito was enthralled like so many straight men with gorgeous shemales with huge tits and monster cocks. Lina led Vito over to a table and I looked elsewhere and then back and Vito was between Lina’s legs getting facefucked.

Stepfather number one was Ben, but now Brenda, blond with the huge tits and six feet three in heels and far and away the biggest cock in the room thirteen inches. If my ass leaked like my cunt did, her cock getting into my ass took some doing, lube and lip biting, fiery pain that took for some time, every time to get through it too the promised lab. I was utterly and completely submissive to her. My mom must be a complete and utter monster.

Stepfather number two was Abe, but goes by Abby and a stone cold fox, red hair with freckles and so soft and feminine dalaman escort and the first time we made love, she sucked on my clit which is a little bigger than normal, maybe an inch and a half, like she was giving me a blow job and she massaged my taint with her thumb and stuck two fingers in my ass.

I exploded, my arms and legs flopping around and before I was done with my mini orgasms she crawled up body straddling my head with her lovely seven inch cock and I opened my mouth and she slowly fucked my mouth, her lovely balls were bouncing off my chin and finally she flooded my mouth. She was actually in a modelling and porn gig for PlayboyTV. I had the biggest crush on her for the longest time.

Stepfather number three was Erik and now Erika. She was model gorgeous with red hair two, five foot nine and fairly plus sized, what you call a Big Beautiful Woman (BBW) she actually did plus size modeling. Gowns and bras and sexual toys for Temu. Far and away the biggest tits. She actually had a Reddit sub-page. She had me sit on her face and suck her off. She got me off in a few minutes and then I rode her reverse cowgirl with her lovely ten inches so far up my ass.

Finally, stepfather number four was a beautiful, voluptuous Latina whose birth name was Jesus, but now she went by Jesus-Maria. Like Erika she was a lovely plumper. She would rim my rosebud and flick my bean every time. My cunt was like the Rijo Grande as I came. She’d lube her thick as fuck nine inches and then fucked my ass. Shuddering orgasms long before she warmed up my inside.

The night was before me and I thought about my Mike. He was a total hunk. I did give him blow jobs after two months of hand jobs and him begging to let him fuck me and he said I had to be the best cock sucker alive (I filed that away wondering who else he’s been getting blow jobs from).

Abby was bent over a table and I was eating her ass and slowly pulling her perfect cock. I was edging her something fierce, because I wanted her to fill my ass up and warm my insides, but I kept thinking about what would happen when Mike caught me with Joni. She was my maid of honor and my soul mate. I mean she was a woman and only women got other women, right?

Then I felt fingers in my ass with lube and looked over my shoulder and it was Erika and soon, I mean ten seconds and she was deep, deep in my ass fucking me so hard and I started grunting and Abby flipped around she was fucking my mouth. I didn’t think about Mike the rest of the night.

Vito and Daddy finished me. Daddy was down my throat and Vito bruised my butt he fucked my so hard and for at least fifteen minutes. When he came I had the biggest orgasm for the night. He kissed me and said, “Cara Mia, after the honeymoon, I will give you babies. Beautiful boys and girls, you’ll see.”

It had been six hours of me sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass and I hadn’t thought of Mike the whole night. The realization didn’t make me sad. He was already working for facebook which had a huge presence down on Lake Union. I had to get home and give myself a flavored enema, lemon’s maybe or strawberry, today and tomorrow.

I didn’t want him to kiss the bride and we snowball some jizz. Awkward. Or go down on me and smell Vito’s cum. Vito why was I thinking of him.

I realize that I was thinking in terms of damage control and realizing that I was going to cheat on him soon and often. Which is what I’d been doing all along with him.

We had a dinner out last week and he said that when JLo was fucking the baseball player that used to play for the Mariners Alex Rodriguez she was fucking a bunch of other guys, Arod did not care about spin and let her publicists shit on him, while noticeably she said nothing.

Oh fuck, I thought has he been spying on me. He was a baseball nut and played this board game with his high school friends called Stratomatic.

I parked in my complex’s spot and rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. I unlocked the door and went in and Joni was curled up on the couch and she sat up and patted the couch next to her and said, “Come here sweetie we need to talk.”

I knew it was bad and her being here meant that Mike had given his key to her. I sat down and started to cry and she just held me as I cried. I sat up and looked her in the eyes and asked, “Bad?”

She nodded and pointed at my entertainment center and clicked on the remote in her hand. Soon images of last night with Abby and Erika. Then me in a threesome with Joni and Doug in Boston and then Joni and I fucking in my apartment and hers.

Joni said, “He knocked on my door and gave this to me and said, “Hi Joni, I’m engaged to marry Deanna. Tell her that there is so much more that I will flood the world with. He said he had room in his love for you for me and you Deanna, but not that sick shit with Shemales. He said that I should lose my husband and marry Deanna.”

“Deanna, you fucked shemales. What the fuck are you doing?”

“They include my daddy and four stepdads that my mom fucked darıca escort into being shemales. For the most part, she destroyed them and me along the way. Mike is right about loving you. But you probably don’t want me.”

I cried and cried until I fell asleep.

End Part one

 

Years and years ago a Hollywood comedic actor, W. C. Fields by name, was in a hospital, on his death bed, dying of cirrhosis of the liver after a life of debauchery as an avowed atheist. A friend came to say goodbye and found Fields reading a bible and said, “Bill, change your mind?”

Fields responded, “Nooo, just looking for loopholes. Loopholes I say.”

I didn’t know about loopholes, but I needed to start over and figure out who I was figure out how to have the best day and see if I could stack some good days one after another. Although that sounded right, I didn’t think I was ready for that. Although I was twenty I felt like I was an old boat and I needed to figuratively scrape off some barnacles on my bottom.

I woke up feeling dreary and sore. My night was restful, I could not shut my mind off. It was full of recriminations and disgust. About myself.

I woke up in a very quiet and empty home. I picked up my phone and there were texts, but I turned the phone off.

I sat up and painfully walked back to bathroom. I peed for about ten minutes. I found an enema kit, never used before. You were supposed to hook it up to the shower head and put the eight inch nozzle up your ass. I looked in the mirror and felt some changes had to be made. Daddy I knew would stake me to a new start and keep my confidentiality. I knew I was leaving Seattle. Not sure if it was permanent, but it was going to be for a while. Maybe years.

I took my shower and the enema cleared me out in a practical fashion. It took ninety seconds to fill me up. Water and shit came out of me. I did it twice more and I was clean. I turned on my phone and asked the lady that cut my hair if she could squeeze me in today. Five thirty would work.

I drove an old Isuzu trooper Daddy had bought me.

I went to an urgent care clinic and said that I feared I might have been exposed to STDs and could I be tested? They took my card, I was on Daddy’s insurance plan, and took me to this small area, that was curtained off. After a bit a nurse came in and took my blood. She had me lay back on the bed and she examined my cunt and ass for any obvious shit. She observed that my anus was inflamed and I casually remarked that four shemales and a gangster fucked my ass last night for my bachelorette party.

The wedding was off I remarked. She pulled me up to a sitting posture and swabbed the inside of my cheeks. Lastly I had to pee in this cup in and adjacent bathroom. She asked me if I had any questions and I shook my head no. We should get results by Monday. Other than the inflammation nothing was obvious and then she said that HIV results would take awhile and I would need to pay attention to symptoms that showed up. Lastly, she said, “Would you like a referral to a counselor?”

Involuntarily, my head dropped and closed my eyes and started crying. I went on for a bit, then I felt somebody patting my shoulder and rubbing my back. I raised my head and opened my eyes and I saw a kindly older woman.

She said, “I’m Doctor Westby and I’m a psychiatrist and I want to ask you some questions and assess how you are, Okay?”

I nodded.

“Follow me into my office it’s just around the corner.”

I did that.

“First off, was this consensual sex?”

I nodded yes.

“How often do you sleep with shemales?”

I said, “This is going to sound really, really weird, but they’re my real daddy and four stepdads. My mom is a dominatrix and marries men and destroys their maleness. Somewhere along the way, she flies them to Mexico and starts them on Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) and they are all in. They have plastic surgery including jaw softening and Adam’s apple shaving, huge breast and butt enhancements and lastly, as my daddy explained RFF phalloplasty they took some of his forearm and built a nine inch dick that is hyper erogenous.”

They’re all startlingly beautiful women. If I didn’t know them and they hit on me, I’d say yes. I’ve had a longtime lesbian lover whose husband I met at MIT. Nothing has ever been inside my vagina.”

“Why on earth were you getting married?”

“I thought I was in love with him. He’s a wonderful, kind loving man and I just realized that he was my escape from all of this.”

“Why does your mom destroy these men do you think?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about that for a while. I have not been in the same room with her since early in my senior year, She works for Berkshire Hathaway based in Seattle, but mostly she’s in London or the continent. She sends cards. I don’t.”

“Mostly I think because she had me. When I was little her mom took care of me and then she died and shortly thereafter, my dad transitioned from Leonard to Lina. Since yesterday, I’m positive that she datça escort sent the videos to Michael. I can’t prove it, but nobody else hates me.”

“Where are you at right now? You’re not going to do something destructive are you.”

“This is going to sound weird, but I’ve started to come around to feel as if I’ve hit bottom and now everything I’m contemplating is positive.”

“Later I’m meeting with my daddy and he will stake me to move back to Boston and get my master’s at MIT in advanced mathematics. Other than him I have nobody.”

I’m going to take the pin card out of my phone and turn it off and get another one, new number etc. Because I might have HIV, I’m going to go celibate. I’ve decided that random fucking is not good for me and that somewhere along the line intimacy has never been part of my whole day, if that makes sense.

I need to lose twenty to thirty pounds and I know a good gym in Boston. Later today I’m cutting my hair off and I’m dying it platinum. That’s all I’ve got so far. Oh, I want to teach.

She said, “That all sounds very positive. Can you come and see me on Monday at ten in the morning.”

I smiled for the first time in a way that was not sexual and nodded.

I walked out to my Trooper and got in and plugged the charger chord into the cigarette lighter and plugged in my phone. It lit up with missed calls from the dads and even one from my mom. I immediately blocked her and deleted the voice mail. There were a couple from Joni and the fucking gangster too who I had no idea how he had my number.

Daddy was an attorney and worked at home since COVID. I called her and asked if I could come over and talk. She agreed to that. I turned my phone off and fired up the Trooper and headed over to his house on Queen Anne hill. It was his parents.

I was not sure what she knew or didn’t know. So I quickly reprised everything from Mike and Joni to mom and STDs and my short term plan to go back to Boston continue my education with her help. She was pleased with my plan and being able to help.

I said, “Lina,” she nodded, “other than she could why did she make you Lina and were you always fluid?”

She looked pensive, “Deanna it’s complicated, so let me tell you what I know as well as my educated guesses. Let me start off with the easy stuff, I was fluid and I confessed to her that I always felt I should be a woman.

“We role played a lot and she started pegging me and my first step was to be a sissy. She first would bring other dominant mistresses over who would fuck me. She’d leave me manacled to the bed. Sometimes a three day weekend. Other women come in and put me in the shower and clean up the bed. When she came back one time, she asked me if I was up to the HRT and plastic surgery and I said yes. But it was weird, there was no affection and two days before we left, she brought three men home and they fucked me while she recorded it on her phone.”

“I knew she was utterly cruel then. Good doms care for their slaves.”

The surgery was a success, at least I thought so. I took a leave of absence from work as it took six months. I still take estrogen and other medication.”

“When I returned, she was six months pregnant. I had not fucked her in over two years. I liked where I was, but she was a monster. We were still married and she saw it as if we were two BFFs and that I should be happy she was going to be a mother.”

I said, “Who is my biological father?”

She was shaking her head and said, “She’s never told me other than to say she was lonely when I was in Mexico.”

“Then I got the best divorce attorney in the city and filed against her within weeks and served her and Berkshire Hathaway with an alienation of affections suit, restraining order and the whole nine yards,” she stood up and was walking around the room.”

“We had a meeting after about two months and she was big as a house, thirty nine weeks. She actually openly wept and apologized and begged me to call it off and who was going to take care of our baby? My attorney said, are you fucking serious you steered my client away from his gender and coerced him into this surgery and left him manacled to his bed while you had multiple affairs, we have depositions so don’t protest. It’s not Lina’s child. It could have been. We could give all of this to the district attorney. Beth’s attorney waved his hand and asked if we could step outside while he and she confer. We went outside.

Fifteen minutes later they asked us to come in and said we have a settlement offer. We will pay you $50,000,000 and a release if you will adopt the baby. It’s a girl. You’re last name and total custody.”

My attorney asked, “Does your client want visitation rights?”

Beth’s attorney, shook her head no.

Lina said, “There are other stories as you were growing up, the whole stepdad thing, which got us another $50,000,000.”

“Let’s stop and go down to Chinooks, it’s a beautiful day.”

We did.

End of Part two

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It was a five minute drive from Lina’s home I had an oyster omelet with a side of bacon tea and a rhubarb crumble. We sat inside. My phone was still turned off and I asked her what time it was. She held up her phone and it was three forty five. I jumped up and said I had an appointment and ran outside to the Trooper, faithful old machine friend.

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Charlotte Annis-Baker was not looking forward to getting out of the taxi. It had been unseasonably hot for weeks now and her little corner of south-east England was oppressive and scorched. Even the ten steps from her mother’s boutique to the air-conditioned Tesla was an effort, especially as she had been helping with a stock-take for most of last night. She was exhausted in a way that coffee and good-humoured banter cannot fix. There was plenty of both in the stock room and on the shop floor from 2am. At least her reward for last night was to finish by eleven and to head home for some rest.

The stylish shop had been in the Annis family for almost eighty years, a rarity in the world of high street chain stores. Recently designated a city, Holmsbridge was an affluent town, comprised of a bustling retail centre and leafy suburbs. A commuter town for London, average earnings were high and there were many estates and large farms in the surrounding countryside.

Annis’ had always been a clothing boutique. Charlotte’s grandmother had run the store until the mid 2000’s and very nearly had to close its doors in 2004. Although the family owned the building, her grandmother had not kept the décor or collections current, catering to a dwindling number of greying customers who were literally dying off. With the building worth far more than the business as-was, they almost sold. But Charlotte’s mother, Catherine Annis made a plea to keep the store open and let her take over. Studying business at university, Catherine knew there was an opportunity for Annis’ to survive and thrive. Securing a business loan, as well as some finance from her parents, Catherine took to transforming the stale boutique into something modern, relevant and successful.

She took in contemporary collections from Paris and Milan, featured local and national designers and relaunched the store with a sharp new look. The gamble paid off. Although they lost the last of their traditional customers, the Annis family boutique found a new clientele of well-heeled women who didn’t always want to travel to London for the latest trends. The service was personal as ever. The style was completely up to date. The turnaround was a triumph. Even more so for a young woman in her early 20s.

Catherine had continued in this vein for over 20 years, constantly changing and evolving. She was delighted and proud when Charlotte took an interest from her mid-teens, even more so when she decided to study business and fashion at university. The future looked bright with another 20-year-old ready to continue the legacy.

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Charlotte specified an air-conditioned car when she arranged her taxi, and the vehicle temperature didn’t disappoint. An icy cold breeze blew from the vents as she looked out at the sunny town centre, it made her nipples hard against her white shirt and she caught her driver taking in the view from the front. She crossed her arms over her chest with a wry smile to herself — keep ur eyes on the road mate…

She was glad of short hair in this weather and her pixie-cut hair, dyed a deep auburn red, was often admired by customers. Charlotte worked in the store over summers and on weekends, basing her university case studies and reports on real life plans for the shop. Her latest project, and supported by her mother, was a range of Spanish lingerie — daring, expensive, exclusive. The store had carried underwear since the 1970s and was brought up to date by her mother in later years. But Charlotte was testing a range which was already finding favour and attracting some good-humoured scandal amongst the staff and customers — crotchless panties, wispy bras, bustiers, fishnet stockings and more. There were even some PVC pieces in the range, but she knew Holmsbridge wasn’t ready for that just yet.

Under her white shirt she wore one of the new barely-there bras. Her tan linen skirt was almost to the floor, a slit to mid-thigh, an equally flimsy lacy thong underneath. She resorted to trainers for the night’s work but changed back into her strappy heels for the journey home. She had touched-up her make up before facing the sun including her favourite bright red lipstick on her full lips.

When not at university, her family home was a 1930s detached house on a quiet street. Set back from the road and behind wooden gates, the house had been significantly extended and modernised. Charlotte’s father had run a successful software company which he sold çorum escort before the last downturn. At least some of the proceeds made it into the new bricks and mortar of 14 Annesville road. More went into a new company, work which kept him away from home rarely, but for long stretches when it did. This was his third week of four in San Francisco.

The moment of truth and heat arrived. Charlotte thanked the driver, hoping he enjoyed the few seconds of view he had, and opened the door to the already sweltering August late morning. She used her fob to open one of the gates and trotted on her toes to the door and the sanctuary of shade. Her brother’s car was in the drive, much to her surprise. Wasn’t he spending the day at the beach with his mates? There was also a very cool mountain bike propped against the wall. Ah, Jason is here too.

At 21, Brandon Annis-Baker was just 12 months older than Charlotte. Although they hadn’t got on so well as younger teenagers, their relationship blossomed in a summer of music festivals last year. Their circle of friends had combined, and both were very happy to go out together if no one else was around. Jason, Brandon’s best friend, was a favourite in the Annis-Baker household. Courteous, funny, and relaxed he could often be found chatting to one of the siblings’ parents over coffee as he waited for Brandon to get ready and go out.

Like Charlotte, Brandon was not tall and rather slight of build. Both unlike Jason who was 6-feet and a star on the rugby field. Brandon was still very handsome and never wanted for female attention. Jason was similarly not lacking in girlfriends. Charlotte had even kissed a few of Brandon’s friends in the last year, but never Jason. Somehow, he felt “off limits” given and his popularity in their home. That didn’t stop her thinking about him however, and what his body looked like underneath a tight shirt and jeans. Those thoughts kept her company at night, when her hands would roam over her small breasts, hard nipples and toned thighs. When she came, she would imagine his face close to hers and moaning into his mouth.

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The hallway was mercifully cool as she clipped the door behind her. Charlotte was about to call out to her brother to say she was home, but something stopped her. The quiet. It was like she heard a click in her head that paused her voice in her throat. Normally when the boys were around the house there was noise — a TV with sport on, music from the Sonos speakers, making a mess in the kitchen. But today, nothing.

She stood in the shade of the door listening. The Annis-Baker house had open plan views from front door into a large open plan kitchen. She could see there was no one there. A glance to the left revealed no one in the den. She took a few steps into the kitchen to see if they were chilling in the garden, nothing. With a shrug, she dropped her bag by the hall table and started up the stairs to her right.

She ran her painted fingernails through her short hair. Wow I’m tired.

As she stepped onto the carpeted first-floor landing, she could hear music coming from Brandon’s room on the next floor. The stairs continued up one more flight, his room was the only one in the loft. But again, she stopped short of calling his name to tell him she was home. Apart from the music which wasn’t loud anyway, there was no noise. No talking or sounds from his gaming system. What’s going on?

Instead of heading to her bedroom oasis across the hall, she started slowly up the stairs to Brandon’s room, her heels making no noise on the deep pile carpet. With no windows by these stairs, the way ahead was dark even on the brightest day. The coolness stiffened her nipples again and caused a pleasant shiver across her skin.

As she climbed the short flight of steps, Brandon’s door came into view. The door was half ajar and, unlike the stairwell, his room was bathed in bright summer sunshine from the attic windows. What Charlotte could see in her eyeline above the last few steps stopped her in her tracks.

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“Jesus, I didn’t think this would feel so good”, Jason said softly, his voice audibly shaking.

“I know…and…it looks…so good too”, Brandon, his voice also hesitant and shaking.

Jason stood at the end of Brandon’s double bed. His back was to the bed facing a full-length mirror on the wall. He was looking at his sculpted frame dressed in some very sexy panties and a matching çukurambar escort bra. Charlotte recognised the collection. It was from a previous year’s stock. Feminine, chic, expensive. The set was light purple. The panties were full lace at the back and satin on the front with two small bows at the hip. The bra was full cup with lace detail on the cups and straps. Charlottes mouth dropped open in the dark and silent stairway outside.

“Just how did you talk me into this, Bran?”

“You didn’t need much persuading mate. Plus, it seems you like it.”

Jason’s eyes dropped to the front of his panties where a very large erection was straining the material. Charlotte didn’t have to struggle to see the outline of the head and even some veins on his thick shaft. Her nipples hardened further, and a flood of butterflies filled her stomach. My god are they together? Is my brother and his friend gay?

Charlotte would not have minded in the slightest. She was very open minded and welcoming of everyone in her life. Her surprise would have been that she had not seen it or sensed it before now. But for the moment she was too transfixed to run through their recent history to see what she had missed.

An arm reached into view holding something out to Jason.

“Ok try these, it will really blow your mind”. Brandon was sitting on his bed, partly out of view, holding a pair of lace topped hold ups to his friend. Jason took the flimsy nylons and separated them. He sat on Brandon’s armchair which also faced the bed and started to pull them on.

“Go easy, you’ll tear them,” said Brandon. “Here roll them up like a sock, then pull them up your legs”.

How the hell did he know to do that?

With the black lace top stockings on, Jason stood up again and faced the mirror. “Christ…”

“You like them?”

Jason just nodded, his erection now standing up to his belly in the sexy fabric of his panties.

Charlotte’s mouth was dry. OK, Jason was exploring being feminine, but look at his body. Look at that cock. Her own body was reacting to the sight before her, and she was getting undeniably aroused by the scene. She could feel the warmth and wetness between her legs and her heart rate quickened. She reached a hand to her breasts and pinched a sensitive nipple between forefinger and thumb. She licked her own lips. God this is hot.

Jason looked back to the bed and the out-of-view Brandon. “Christ I’m horned up now”.

“Yeah, me too”

And with that Brandon stood up, stepped into view, and sat down again on the end of his bed opposite his friend.

If Charlotte was surprised before, she was gobsmacked now. Her brother was in lingerie too — stunning ivory panties and bra, matching suspender belt and white stockings from a bridal collection years ago. Although not tall, and like his sister, his legs made up a considerable part of his height. They looked amazing in the diaphanous material, and he had clearly shaved his legs. Although sitting, she could see his arousal too and although she tried not to look, it looked impressive. Jesus what am I doing looking at this!

“So now what” asked a clearly trembling Jason.

“Well, this is the part when I…um…well…I usually jerk off” replied Brandon.

“If you want me to go into the bathroom while you…you know…that’s OK, Bran”

“No man, it’s cool…I mean maybe we just do it together in the same room like? If that wouldn’t be…too weird”

“OK….”, Jason’s mouth sounded as dry as Charlottes, only metres away.

He stood up and turned back to the mirror and gently pulled the waistband of the panties down a little. His cock sprung into view — red and veined and big. Charlotte had to stifle a gasp. Jason stroked himself slowly as he admired himself and watched a reflection of his friend sitting behind him. Brandon had similarly freed his arousal and was also pleasuring himself looking at his friend’s beautiful body from behind in satin, lace and nylon. Jason’s ass clenched and unclenched in the lace material.

“So sexy…” Brandon murmured.

“You too…” the breathy reply.

In the hallway outside Charlottes head swam. She was exhausted from the overnight work and the heat. Now this mind-blowing scene before her eyes. She loved the idea of watching other people being intimate together. It was part of her fantasy life, but she never imagined actually doing it, and certainly çukurova escort not like this. She continued to touch her small breast and arouse her nipples. Her other hand moved to the slit in her long skirt. She extended one heeled foot onto the next step above and reached under the skirt to her panties. She was unsurprised to find them soaking and her fingers explored under the thin material to the wetness beneath. Her swollen labia and clitoris welcomed the touch and she had to make another effort not to moan. She was slick and slippery, and ready for pleasure.

“Turn around so I can see you, Jas.”

Jason turned around to face his friend. “Jesus, I can’t believe we are doing this, you can’t tell anyone”.

“Don’t worry buddy, our secret”.

“I need to sit….” With that Jason returned to Brandon’s armchair which mostly faced the end of the bed. The friends watched each other masturbate, looking into each other’s face, sometimes admiring the lingerie, their cocks. Jason squeezed his cock head, a drop of clear pre-cum appeared which he spread along his shaft as lube. He occasionally closed his eyes as the pleasure become more intense. The stayed this way for some time, enjoying themselves and were clearly not rushing.

He forgot I could come home early after the stock take!

Brandon had a hand on his cock, and another stroked his own stockinged thighs. He moaned a bit more than Jason did. His own shaft was slick with arousal and his breath was heavy and laboured. “God u look so hot”.

“Hmmm those white stockings…amazing Bran”, moaned Jason.

“You should feel them then…incredible”.

“Can I?”

With that Jason stood up again and kneeled close to the end of the bed. He reached one trembling hand out and touched his friend’s leg. The delicate sheer material clearly had the desired effect on the young man. “Fuuuuck…”

“Your hand feels good too”.

The friends continued to touch themselves with Brandon enjoying the attention from his handsome friend.

In the hall outside Charlotte had lowered her panties a little and was fingering her soaking pussy as quietly as she could. She had flooded between her legs with arousal and the pleasure was the most intense she had ever felt. Her juices spread to her upper thighs and back to her ass. She was pinching her nipples hard. Jason’s cock was beautiful, and she couldn’t stop imagining how it might feel, how it might taste, how it would feel slipping inside her. She didn’t care if wanted to dress up while they were together, once she could get close to that fabulous body and make him cum inside her.

“You should feel nylons against your cock Jas”.

“…really…? How?”

Brandon gestured for his friend to stand while he lay back on the bed and opened his long nylon legs, positioning one thigh at waist height for his friend.

“Now…you can rub yourself on it”.

Jason didn’t reply, he just looked at Brandon. While standing, he moved his hips forward, his now-dripping cock contacting Brandon’s toned feminine thigh as he stood over his friend in ecstasy. The taller man moaned loudly, “oh baby…”. His hips started to move backward and forward sliding his hardness along the sexy material and his friend’s fabulous leg inside it.

“Incredible…”

“I love it too…keep moving against me”.

“Bud, I am going to nut soon doing this, I am sorry”.

“Jesus me too…don’t worry…just go for it”.

The young men did. Brandon’s hand quickened on his own substantial hard on as Jason moved more quickly, effectively humping his lingerie clad friend. With Charlotte’s hand moving rapidly along her pussy and teasing her clitoris, she watched as Jason’s cock spurted forth a huge rope of cum along her brother’s leg. Jason grunted and swore as he spasmed. His climax sent Brandon over the edge too, a huge spurt from his cock head flew into the air, narrowly missing Jason’s chest and landing back on Brandon’s lacy ivory bra.

Charlotte was so close too. But as they boys collapsed onto the floor and bed, she realised she could not be sure they wouldn’t soon move toward the door. With regret she quickly replaced her panties and tiptoed silently to her room. Once inside she pulled down her panties, stepped out of her skirt and collapsed on the bed. She buried her hands between her legs, one hand fingering her moist ass, the other her now throbbing pussy. The orgasm, when it came, was so intense she felt like she might pass out. She squirted a little on the bed as she sometimes did when she was super aroused and, pulling the duvet around her, collapsed into an exhausted sleep. In her dreams, her mind replayed the events of the afternoon, burning some of the erotic scenes into her brain forever.

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Sandy groaned with pleasure as her massive cock pounded into her daughter’s cum lubricated ass. The lieutenant had a bit to learn about discipline particularly as a Valkyrie. “Now what did I say about giving your brother space?” she growled before bottoming out in Amy’s cum dripping hole.

“MMPDHMPDHMPPPPHM mPHMMMPHMM” Amy tried to squeal and respond but her mouth was quite occupied with Crystal’s own Valkyrie dick. Crystal’s hands rested in Amy’s cum soaked hair as she pushed her shaft deep into the junior officer’s throat and came. Her shaft pulsing with each blast of hyper virile baby batter.

Even with inhibitors on the pheromones in a Valkyrie’s seed were more than enough to drive a non-Valkyrie into a full on rut. The room they were in was officially an ‘inhibitors off’ space in the clinic so Amy was getting the full blast from her superiors.

Crystal pulled her dick out and coated Amy’s face for a moment before redirecting her stream into a collection port for use by the clinic. “Now Lieutenant answer the Major clearly, what were your direct orders in regards to your brother?”

Amy coughed and swallowed most of the seed, knowing from training that spitting would be an insult but she was allowed to clear her airway. “I was to give him the” She gasped and moaned as she came herself, her cock thoroughly filling the bulge of her suit. “Aaaah, space he needed to make his own decision because he’s an adult and can make his own choices.”

“Correct” Sandy said as she finished her own climax without pulling out until she was done leaving her daughter’s ass leaking until she put a vibrating plug from the locker Konya travesti in to seal in the seed. “I was very explicit about pressuring him. Not only did you disobey that yesterday by threatening to fuck Jesse. But you wanted to intervene in their process when they explicitly decided they did not want you to intervene.” The emphasis hard on the last part.

“As Valkyrie we have a duty to uphold, and that doesn’t mean fucking every civilian we find into a compliant amazon” There was genuine pain in Sandy’s eyes as she looked at her daughter. Crystal’s eyes were no less stern.

Rhonda entered pushing the cart “Major report” she ordered.

Sandy sighed “Colonel I’ve taken the liberty of disciplining the wayward Lieutenant, while she shows an over abundance of exuberance for her brother to begin the process she did not realize the harm her actions were taking”

Rhonda looked to Amy, now slowly standing after reliving herself into a collection port “Lieutenant, do you understand why it is so critical to our mission that every single Valkyrie and Amazon is one hundred percent voluntary? Because even one mistake and our enemies will destroy us.”

Amy looked down at her feet “I’m sorry, I felt my actions came from a place of love and didn’t realize their impact. It won’t happen again”

Rhonda lifted Amy’s chin “I know, believe it or not every single one of us has been through that same dressing down. We love who and what we are so much that we want to share it with all the world. Yet we need to understand that the best way for that to happen is by showing a better way and through love Konya travestileri and understanding. I had to turn down three couples just this morning because they weren’t really committed. In all honesty if I hadn’t been sure your brother and Jesse were both one hundred percent committed and in love I’d have stopped them too.”

Amy looked up into Rhonda’s eyes and saw genuine tears. She nodded. “They’ve started now with our seed haven’t they”

“Yes, the room is locked, they have eight hours” the Colonel responded, picking up a squeegee and gently guiding spilled seed on the floor to the open drain under a collection basin.

“Will they get pregnant from it?” she asked curiously.

“No, the nano will deliberately prevent that unless they explicitly requested it. Neither did. Looks like they want to graduate before they consider anything of that nature. Not that it would be a problem either way. Given someone will always be around for a pregnancy or recruitment rotation. Won’t they Amy” She winked, apparently the sensors had already picked up her fun with Rachyle the day before.

“I didn’t think she could as a non-Val…” her words faded off as she saw the smirks on the faces of her Mother, Crystal, and Rhonda.

“You didn’t think someone on pre-Valkyrie prep nano and drugs couldn’t get you pregnant?” Rhonda laughed “Honey, she’d have had to try to miss. So no you’re going to be on a recruitment and pregnancy rotation. The good news as you’re well aware is our gestation times are vastly accelerated. But in all honesty girl, you’re green as grass you weren’t going to get a combat Travesti konya rotation immediately anyway. Also this happens to most new Valkyries. The only reason your mother avoided it was she hadn’t met Crystal yet. If she had you’d probably have a baby sister.”

Sandy looked off for a moment “It…. wasn’t just that, I was sensitive to Jamie’s situation and how he felt. I’ve… been holding off on a pregnancy until that was settled. Which it is now of course. But I felt having a tiny blessed Amazon little sister might push him in the wrong direction.”

“Agreed, I know despite your feelings you’ve held off formalizing with Crystal as well if I recall correctly?”

Crystal nodded “Yes, Jamie was quite close to his father and brother. I didn’t want him to feel I was trying to replace them, because I can’t.”

Amy sat on a bench looking drained “Oh god I’ve been an idiot haven’t I?”

“Yes” Rhonda didn’t mince words as she walked over and hugged the new Valkyrie with her mother and her mother’s lover. The four Valkyrie squeezing tightly “But what’s important is you know that and you know why. Without that you can’t grow and learn. Amy, if we didn’t have faith in you to grow you’ve have gotten the counter nano and you’d be just an everyday Amazon like the rest.”

Amy looked up and saw the truth in Rhonda’s eyes. She nodded and cried into their breasts.

Sandy gently stroked her daughter’s hair “Let it out, holding pain in never solves anything. It’s been what’s eating your brother for years. Honestly if not for Jesse I’m pretty sure he would have turned foul and required correction. She’s been the one person out of all of us that he could connect to and breathe with. Probably because they’ve felt so much of the pain together.” Sandy leaned down and kissed her daughter’s cum soaked hair “Now what do you say about hitting the showers and getting cleaned up?” she smiled softly.

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“Darla, I heard you on the phone with Betty bragging about how long you can stay tied up. Why don’t we put it to the test this weekend? Are you up for a challenge?”

I had indeed been talking to our neighbor Betty who was our sometime bondage playmate. She had also made kidnap videos with me for sale on Jane’s fantasy kidnap site. She was a trooper and loved being tied up but I still had more experience than she. Mistress had kept me tied up for increasing lengths of time to gradually build my endurance. I was confident I could pass the test, whatever is was she had in mind.

“Absolutely Mistress! Sounds fun.”

“We’ll see about that. You shouldn’t brag to Betty unless you can back it up. Let’s see if you can. I’m going to keep you restrained in some form for the entire weekend starting Saturday morning and winding up Sunday night. Still interested in the challenge?”

I had to admit I wondered if that might be too much but I wasn’t about to back out now.

“You’re on Mistress.”

She just smiled and nodded. We finished work Friday and Mistress turned out the lights early saying I would need my sleep.

The alarm went off early Saturday and I fixed us a light breakfast. Mistress had me clean the kitchen since she wouldn’t be getting much work out of me after that.

“I think we’re all set. Last chance to back out. No? Ok then, clean your pussy really well. I want to minimize bathroom trips. After that, dress in what I have laid out for you and do your makeup.”

I douched myself clean and looked at my clothes for the weekend on the bed. She had chosen my black catsuit to go over my DD breast forms in an open tipped bra. An underbust corset would be laced tightly to give me the figure we both enjoyed. My feet would be locked in 4 inch black pumps with a padlocked ankle strap. My black leather collar was locked around my neck. I should also mention my clit was securely locked in my cage.

I did my makeup to Mistress’ satisfaction, glued on my long red nails and used bobby pins to secure a long blond wig gathered into a pony tail. Mistress clearly didn’t want to have to keep getting hair out of my eyes since I wouldn’t be able to do it myself.

Mistress dressed comfortably in slacks and a white silk blouse. She had on comfortable ballet style flats.

“Have a Winston Darla. Last one before you’re tied up. Enjoy it.”

I took that first drag and slowly exhaled. It’s so bad for you but such a sexy feeling to smoke a cigarette dressed as I was. I was an absolutely unapologetic fetishist for sure.

“Hands behind you baby. Time to get started.”

Mistress positioned my hands palm to palm, doubled the rope and made several loops. She was careful to keep the ropes smooth so there would be no excuses and no reason to untie me.

“There, I won’t tie your feet right now so feel free to walk around. I love the way having your hands tied behind you makes your tits stick out. Such a sexy look.

I’m going to do a little writing. Feel free to watch TV or whatever.”

I strolled around the room and tried to walk in a seductive way. It would certainly be fine with me if Mistress decided to take my cage off for a little fun but no luck. I sat on the sofa and took the remote in my hand. I managed to get the TV on and found a sports show.

“Sorry dear. No sports for you this weekend.”

Rats!

Mistress changed to one of her favorite cooking shows. Ugggh.

“Since you’ve already managed to misbehave I’ll have to tie your feet.”

She wrapped and cinched my ankles then went back to her writing. The cooking show on in the background. She lit a VS and allowed me a Winston.

“I hope you appreciate that I’m doing all the work here. Take a sip of water. It’s gag time.”

Mistress buckled the 2 inch ballgag in place and went back to her writing.

“I hope you didn’t think I was going to entertain you all weekend. This is about seeing how much bondage you can stand. Not about your, I mean my, clit.”

I couldn’t argue and I knew it wouldn’t have done any good if I could. I sat on the sofa and tried to get into the cooking show to no avail. I started fidgeting and Mistress looked at me sternly.

“Stop that! It’s very annoying.”

Mistress grabbed more rope out of our bag and quickly tied my legs above my knees and pinned my arms to my chest, making my DD’s protrude even more.

“Keep still or I’ll hogtie you. I’m going to anyway at some point but you might as well be as comfortable as you can till then.”

I sat still as the time crawled by. I absolutely love being tied up and always have but it is usually in the context of play. This got kind of boring after a while.

The morning passed and Mistress looked at me thoughfully.

“What am I going to do with you now that it’s lunch time? I suppose I could feed you but I have a better idea. Your arms could probably use a break for a little while.”

Mistress went to our toy bag and got out a set of leg cuffs and police style handcuffs. Buca travesti She untied me but quickly snapped the cuffs on my legs and wrists. At least they were in front. I helped Mistress with salads and ate with my hands cuffed. I lit her post meal VS and my Winston. When we finished our cigarettes Mistress sent to use the bathroom with my cuffed hands and caged clit.

“Let’s get back to business Darla.”

Mistress unlocked the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I put my hands behind me and she tied them as before. She had me sit in our low backed chair. Perfect for bondage! She tied my wrists to the chair back then tied my ankles together before attaching them to the chair. She bound my legs above the knees and fashioned an elaborate chest harness, running the rope around my chest above and below my breasts and using the chair to cinch on either side. I wouldn’t be fidgeting now. Mistress had me open wide for the ballgag then walked toward the bedroom. She came out with her purse in hand as the doorbell rang.

Mistress opened the door and let our neighbor Betty in.

“Thanks for coming over Betty. I have a few errands to run and I can’t leave Darla here unattended. As I told you, she is spending the whole weekend restrained in some form or fashion. That is if she doesn’t wimp out. Here are the ground rules. You can take her gag out if you want to chat. Watch a movie if you like. No sports on TV this weekend for Darla. I shouldn’t be too long but then again, it doesn’t matter. She’s not getting loose anyway. Bye bye dear.”

Mistress kissed me on the cheek and left.

“A fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into Darla. Mistress told me she overheard you bragging about how long you could stay tied up. I am a bit envious of you right now but all weekend could be a bit much.”

Betty reached for my pack of Winstons and lit one. She sent a long plume toward the ceiling as I pleaded with my eyes for her to take the gag out. She laughed and unbuckled it. She put the lit cigarette between my painted lips and lit another for herself. I loved smoking tied up. It felt so fetishy and naughty. I knew Betty felt the same way as her hand strayed to her crotch.

We actually had a very pleasant chat. We talked about how popular our kidnap videos had become on Jane’s site. She had been to the theatre to see a play that Jocelyn was in. I knew she had a secret thrill watching her onstage knowing how secretly kinky she was. Betty and I had made a private kidnap fantasy video with her in exchange for a generous charitable donation.

She brought me up to date about Frank, her boyfriend that Mistress had introduced. They were still seeing each other frequently but both still wanted to take it very gradually in the long term. She asked me about my cage and mentioned that she and Frank had thought about this type of play.

I told her how exciting it was to have Mistress in control of my orgasms. Another part of the trust and affection in the relationship.

We finished another Winston and Betty looked at her watch.

“Mistress will be back soon. I’m going to do something I probably shouldn’t but my curiosity has finally gotten the best of me. You probably need to be gagged for this so open up.”

Betty popped the ballgag in place and reached down for my zipper.

“Don’t you dare tell Mistress but I just have to see. On second thought, go ahead and tell her. Maybe she’ll punish me and that would be just delicious!”

She unzipped me and pulled my caged clit out. She fiddled with the small padlock then twisted the cage this way and that.

“You really couldn’t get out of this, could you? I’m wet thinking about having Frank locked up till he was so frustrated he couldn’t stand it. I’d unlock him and have the ride of my life! Or maybe I’d tie him up and give him the ride of his life. Either way would be just fine. Mistress needs to hurry home. My vibrator should be fully charged by now and those thoughts have me soaked. Thanks Darla.”

She zipped me up just before Mistress walked back in.

“Did you girls have a nice visit? Did Darla behave? Did you behave Betty?”

“Of course Mistress. She’s just as tied up as you left her. We just had the nicest chat. Right Darla?”

I nodded yes.

“In that case, thanks for babysitting her Betty. And Betty, we’ll talk later about why your pants are damp.”

“I’m so clumsy, just some spilled water holding it for Darla. Bye now girls.”

“Somehow I don’t think that was water. She couldn’t have gotten in too much trouble since you’re caged. She is such a sweetheart. A naughty one but a sweetheart none the less. You’ve been in that chair a good while now. I’ll untie your legs and you can walk around some. Your hands stay tied for now.”

Mistress untied my legs and took the gag out and I confessed I had to pee.

“Well then, let’s get you unzipped. Come on. I’ll aim it for you and make sure you don’t make too much of a mess.”

Mistress led me to the bathroom and Buca travestileri unzipped my catsuit. It wasn’t exactly sexual but then again it was. A beautiful woman had me dressed as a woman with makeup, nails, hair. The whole enchilada. Then she had me tightly bound with my clit locked. She held my captive clit as I emptied my bladder. Such a mundane act rendered anything but!

Mistress let me walk around some after emptying my bladder. It felt good to be able to walk around the house but strange to have my hands and arms bound tightly. She eventually led me back to the sofa and tied my ankles. She watched more cooking shows and we chatted till supper time.

Mistress untied my feet and led me to the kitchen where I watched her prepare our meal. She finally untied my hands and arms. It felt so good to stretch. She put the metal hand and leg cuffs on me and I again ate like that. Mistress allowed me one glass of wine and a Winston after supper.

“Lets watch a movie tonight baby.”

I hoped she would leave my hands cuffed in front but no luck. She went to the toy box and brought out the leather cuffs. She padlocked the wrist cuffs on each arm, removed the metal cuffs and clipped them together behind my back. She put leather cuffs on my ankles. No need to lock them. She clipped them together and found a chick flick on Netflix. At least she hadn’t gagged me again.

She sipped another glass of wine and did allow me a Winston with her help. The movie finished, she said it was time for bed.

“Just because you’re not going to orgasm doesn’t mean I won’t. Unzip me with your teeth.”

I slid to my knees and took the zipper pull between my teeth and finally succeeded in pulling it down.

“Very good baby. Now follow me into the bedroom.”

She unclipped my ankle cuffs and I did as she asked. She stepped out of her panties and motioned for me to use my mouth as she lay back on the bed.

I was more than happy to comply! She moaned with pleasure as I nibbled, sucked and brought her to climax.

“Now then, let’s get you ready for bed. I’m going to unclip your cuffs briefly. We’ll get your shoes, corset and collar off. You can sleep in your catsuit. Go brush your teeth and be quick about it.”

I complied and walked back into the bedroom.

“You haven’t slept tied up since our vacation but I know you can do it. I’m feeling kind so I’ll give you a couple of inches between your wrist cuffs and a foot or so between your ankles. No gag overnight of course. You’ve always told me the dreams while sleeping tied up are interesting. You can tell me about them in the morning. Sweet dreams lover.”

I tried to relax. Difficult with hands and feet bound and DD’s on my chest. I did eventually fall asleep and the dreams were indeed supremely erotic.

I awakened and started to stretch before realizing I was bound.

“Morning sunshine. I hope you slept as well as I did. Nothing like an orgasm to guarantee a good night’s sleep. Now then, ready for another tied up day? I hope so. You aren’t going to wimp out on me, are you? Because if you did, I might misplace the key to that cage for quite a while.”

I had no intention of backing out. I certainly didn’t want to be locked up for a lengthy period of time. Mistress was quite capable of making good on that threat. Besides that, I had a sub’s pride that I could take what she dished out.

“No Mistress. I wouldn’t think of it.”

“Good. I hoped you would say that. I’m going to untie you very briefly. I want you to shower, shave and douche then dress in what I have laid out for you. Be quick now!”

I made myself ready for the day and saw the Mistress had laid out my purple catsuit. The rest of the outfit was the same except she had included a plug for my pussy. It would be held in place with a locking harness. I applied lubricant and slid it home. I locked the harness. Of course, the key was nowhere to be seen. I fastened my bra with DD’s and pulled it on. My 4 inch pumps were again locked on, my corset pulled tight and collar locked. Mistress had stayed in her nightgown and robe. Casually comfortable for the day at home.

“I would normally have you do your makeup but you’ve been untied long enough. Hand behind you Darla.”

Mistress bound my hands comfortably but snugly and led me to the makeup table. She artfully did my makeup. My clit strained against it’s cage at the eroticism of being tied up while a lovely woman made my face. Mistress smiled, knowing it was a turn on but frustrating since I was locked in my cage. She put a wig cap on my head and then my long red Darla Crane hair. We usually didn’t gather the red hair into a pony tail but today she did. She really didn’t want it getting in my eyes since I would again be tied up and unable to take care of it myself. I had left my nails glued in place so she finished the look with silver hoop earrings.

She led me to the kitchen where she untied me and put the metal cuffs on so I could eat breakfast and Travesti buca have coffee. I had a Winston using my cuffed hands when we had finished.

“Well now, I think we’re ready to start your day in bondage. We’ll start out on the sofa.”

She led me to the sofa where my cuffs were removed. My hands were again tightly but comfortably bound behind my back. She pinned my arms by wrapping rope above and below my breasts then tied my legs at the ankles and above the knees.

“I think a gag is appropriate for what I have in mind. Open up baby. I’ve decided to make it even more challenging for you. I would ask if you’re up for it but since you’re gagged, I won’t bother.”

Mistress unzipped me and freed my caged clit which surprised me.

“I know you can stay tied up after you cum but I also know that orgasming makes you want to get free much more than if you haven’t cum.”

With that, Mistress squirted lubricant on my now erect clit and brought me off with her hand. I enjoyed it, of course but it would have been so much better to climax in Mistress’ luscious pussy and then be able to stretch and enjoy a glass of wine and a post coital cigarette in bed.

She knew all that. The sly smile on her face told me all I needed to know. I would indeed not be released.

“Just relax baby, as if you had a choice. I’m going to work on my next blog. You’ll be pleased to know it concerns our little weekend challenge. You should be honored. To help you relax a bit, let’s blindfold you.”

Mistress slipped a leather blindfold with a nose cutout over my eyes. There was no way to get it off. I was mostly frustrated but determined to meet her challenge. I did my best to relax as she typed out the blog post. She banged away at her keyboard for most of the morning before I heard her walk back over to me.

“So nice to have that done. I could really concentrate knowing you couldn’t possible get into trouble. I love having a secretary but sometimes you want me to play, pay attention to you. Maybe I should keep you tied up all day every day. Just like a human dust buster. Hanging on the wall in the charger, ready for use whenever I want but quiet and out of the way otherwise. Just kidding! Well, sort of.”

Mistress took my gag out and gave me a quick kiss.

“I’m going to put a Winston in your mouth. I think it’s so sexy watching you smoke it blindfolded. Don’t worry, I won’t execute you baby. I will snap a few pictures. You’ll enjoy them later. Promise.”

She placed the cigarette and held the lighter. It did seem very sexy and I was definitely ready for one. I finished and Mistress laughingly kissed my cheek before untying my legs and leading me to the bathroom. She kept the blindfold on the whole time as she took my clit in her hand as it completed its more mundane function. She took the blindfold off and led me to the kitchen where she prepared salads for our lunch. She untied me and applied the cuffs so I could eat. I lit her VS and my Winston after lunch. We finished our cigarettes and Mistress led me back to the living room.

“I promised you a hogtie and I always keep my promises. Hands behind you baby. Just think, you’re on the last lap. Don’t disappoint me. On second thought, let’s do something a bit different. Hands behind you but parallel. I’m going to put you in a box tie.”

Mistress tied my forearms parallel and wrapped my chest and arms tightly to hold them in place. She helped me sit on the carpet and tied my legs before rolling me on my stomach and completing the hogtie.

“Feel free to struggle if you like. You know I love it when you do but it won’t do you any good. I’m going to change clothes. Back in a jiffy sweetheart.”

I didn’t bother to try to get loose. It was very tight and I knew there was no way. Mistress took her time in the bedroom before coming out in slacks and blue blouse. She had put on makeup and had her purse over her shoulder.

“I really love the look of that box tie but you’ve probably been hogtied long enough.”

Indeed I had and nodded in agreement.

“Here’s the deal. I have a few errands to run. I tried to get Betty to babysit you but she’s busy. Besides, I’m still not sure she didn’t misbehave yesterday. No matter. Jane and Penny are coming over to watch you. Hence the plug, in case you were wondering why I added that little piece of equipment. Jane has been suitably chastised for past liberties taken but I don’t trust her to control herself.”

Mistress untied me and sent me to the bathroom.

“Can you manage it without me holding and aiming for you?” I thought so. You’ve got 10 minutes to stretch. Take advantage of it. I’m going to tie your hands. To get Jane and Penny to come over I had to promise to let them tie you up. I told them about our little weekend challenge. I think they’re looking forward to making it extra tight this afternoon.”

I peed and spent the rest of my 10 minutes of freedom stretching and rolling my shoulders. Mistress tied my hands as the doorbell rang.

“Mistress, Darla, thanks for having us over. We’re really looking forward to our babysitting duties. We’ll take it from here. I’m eager to hear about the weekend. Penny got herself all wet thinking about it after you called. She’s such a slut! But we love her.”

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Jax Home Alone 02

Hey, it’s Jax and I’m back to continue my ridiculous life story. Not that my life story is interesting or anything, but because the few people I have surrounding me seem to make it that way.

I suppose it’s been about six weeks since Derek, my one and only, went back to Coastal for the Fall and Winter Semesters. Even though things weren’t all that hot and heavy between us during the few times he snuck over to fix something that I “accidently” broke, I still cherish the sins of the flesh that we shared. But that’s behind me now. I’m no fool and I’m sure that Derek is running all over campus conducting his own experiments to prove his own theory on the sins of the flesh. Also, LOL, it’s a college campus so I’m also sure that there is plenty of flesh to sin with.

His return to college left me with three things.

First, it left me with one return home weekend visit where he lied to his family about what time he arrived in town. It was really nice to not have to break something to get him inside of my house.

Secondly, seriously, he left with me his sister Jade. Jade is cool enough, but she’s like a fire cracker in an empty soup can sometimes. It’s not bad to hold the can in your hand, but don’t cover the can with your hand.

Thirdly, I was left to live my fem life at home and his departure authenticated my “lonely and home alone” status, even though I will admit that I actually left the house a few times as fem Jax. Somehow Jade convinced me that I wouldn’t fall off the edge of the world if I left the house in capri pants. I did visit her a few times while she was working at the Malt Shop, but only because the county put up a guard rail to protect me from the “fem boy edge of world” roadway.

Also, it left me to deal with Jade and her efforts to “hook me up” with someone because her brother Derek was probably doubling down on his campus experiments. I didn’t exactly encourage her because I had my fair share of sins of the flesh and I mean Derek sinned all over me, but I kept an open mind because she was instrumental in safe guarding my time with Derek.

Now, I will say that she never beat around the bush. Last Saturday she popped over to trade making my morning coffee for her weekly gift card allowance (her words, not mine) and she gleefully announced that she found me a suitable partner (again, her words, not mine) to take my mind off of Derek. Her approach needed a little polishing, but she said she found me a “boy” to meet. She had a hook up proposal with a twist (in her favor, of course). The twist involved the “boy” for me and some privacy for her so she could “do” her mom’s friend’s son during her mom’s upcoming adult Halloween party.

“Jade! I’m not just about having a “boy” around and I know what Derek is doing on campus, but thanks for considering me as your partner in crime. Can’t you just “do his brains out” in whatever bedroom is assigned as the “coat room” for the night at your mom’s house and plead the 5th if you get caught? Besides, I’m happy with my “home alone all Levent travesti the time” status as my homepage indicates.”

“Don’t be silly. I can’t control the level of my voice when a stud is “doing” me doggie and I can’t afford to get caught giving him his early wedding gift. Also, he can’t afford to get caught giving me his last trick or treat on the guests coats before he gets married. I’m just asking that you let me sneak him over and into your spare bedroom for 15 minutes or so. And I did mention that the “boy” I found for you is really a “guy”, right? Oops, out of sequence also, I know you miss washing the sins off of your flesh. I mean, you post about it all the time. Oops, can I insert a “besides” here?”

“Ah, no, you messed up your entire thought process. Unfortunately, and this is awkward, but I already invited my last two remaining friends over for a private nerd Halloween party. There is a Buzzsaw Massacre marathon showing all night and I just so happened to have picked up a cute kitty kat costume. It comes with a pencil to draw whiskers on my face and everything. Also, my friends haven’t accepted me as fem Jax yet, so I’ll be home alone in a kitty kat costume. My Halloween party is already a bust.”

“Um, so, is the kitty kat costume a dress or stretchy pants? Also, my apologies for using a double also just then and for trying to sneak in an out of place “besides” too.”

“It’s a dress and it has a higher neckline so I don’t have to worry about showing any cleavage that I don’t have. So, is the “boy” who is really a “guy” the guy you work with at the malt shop? Malt Shop Ricky, I believe, right? He recently started to follow my Chang page. Also, he talks too much with emojis.”

“He asked about you after that time you visited the Malt Shop in those ridiculous pigtails. Also, when you tag a favorite follower with a blue star, it’s visible to everyone and he noticed it. Also, he’s cool with being called Malt Shop. Ugh, damn it, I used a double “also” again. Sorry.”

“And just what would Malt Shop and I do while you’re “getting done” in the bedroom for 25 minutes? Sit on the deck and stare at the stars? Also, I like my pillows fluffed.”

“Ah, no, you get in his car and go to the Malt Shop and get a couple of Smoothies and I mean you go inside in your costume. You can drink them down by the river while the two of you get acquainted and be back to your failed Halloween party in 40 minutes. Also, I’ll leave a gift for you under your pillow and a gift on your dresser while I’m in your bedroom picking up my weekly gift cards, which by the way, they make as cash cards too.”

“OMG, then I will lose my “always home alone” status! No deal. Also, I’ve never been in a car with a “boy” who is a “guy”, especially one with a nick name like Malt Shop.”

“OMG, you’ll be in costume disguise! Draw an extra whisker on or something. Also, enjoying sins of the flesh with Malt Shop, on the second date mind you, wouldn’t kill you. Damn it, may I have one more also, please?”

“OMG, let’s Levent travestileri hear it!”

“Also, as I’m grabbing my allowance and looking through your dresser drawer for more, I’ll probably be naked in your bedroom and I know you still like girls, especially me, so shut it and yes to all of this. Besides, I’m calling in one of the favors you promised me when you lied to me in July, so answer the damn phone and let me get to work on a devious plan to get pregnant by Victor before he gets married. Also, I’m become kind of like your sister now, so stop checking me out. Also rests it’s case.”

“Hey, I don’t check you out.”

“Duh, yes you do. I make your Saturday coffee fool.”

“Ugh.”

Jade went on about how Victor was allowed to sew his oats with his needle from behind her or eating her oats without a spoon or something. I conceded to her stupid plan that was destined to fail and prepped my house for a lame Halloween party that was never going to happen. But let me tell you, meeting someone new isn’t easy, but at least he took the first step, which I thought allowed me to sit back and let our first date go where ever the river took it, right?

On Halloween night, Malt Shop Ricky showed up right on time, as did Jade and her secret sex partner, Victor, which was fine, except Malt Shop caught me off guard. As I let him in the front door, he took me by both hands and kissed me on the cheek as he told me it was a pleasure to meet me! I was not ready for that, I didn’t have a response ready for that, but I’m pretty sure I gave him my biggest smile.

“Cool kitty kat costume. I’m sorry I didn’t dress in costume for the evening.”

“Oh, Malt Shop, you’re fine. Should we get going or did you want to watch your co-worker drill for oil in her mystery date’s throat?”

Hah, only a gentleman would extend his hand towards the door. He even asked me if he should use the drive through at the Malt Shop and told him it was his choice. Being out with a fem boy cross dresser was more on him than me, so I gave him a way out. To my surprise, he parked his SUV and we went inside. To my delight, maybe my kitty kat costume looked better than I thought it did. The crew who was working that night was very kind to me and had nice things to say.

“Alright you two. Two Smoothies to go. We all assume that Smoothies on Halloween imply the north side of the river banks, right? Also, Juju wouldn’t mind your phone number. Also, I.”

“Stop! Does everyone who works here use double “also” all the time? Also, Juju took my number in the restroom. And if all of you can do it, also, Juju seems to make promises she probably can’t keep.”

I knew Malt Shop was lying when he pretended to have trouble following the “sins of the flesh” road signs, but I let him off the hook. I also allowed him to act shy when he sheepishly asked if we were supposed to get into the back of his SUV to get acquainted. But I drew the line at sitting on his lap. His back seat was big enough for us to sit side by side with room Travesti levent to spare.

After 20 minutes or so, I may or may not have erased the line I drew. I mean, not only were we drinking smooth Smoothies, my ears were subjected to one smooth operator. Oh, and his body language was pretty smooth too. The way I saw things, I had two choices. Either say “no, not tonight” or think fast. I’m not sure what was going on back there, but it felt like he was trying to use my costume modesty panties as a tool. Which didn’t feel terrible, I mean, awkward as hell, but not terrible, but I knew the end results was going to be a very wet and messy costume. And I still had to go back inside of my house and possibly come face to face with Jade and Victor, so I asked if he wanted something else.

I wasn’t sure if it was fortunately or unfortunately, but he said yes, allowed me to roll over and get on my knees and he blew his load into my mouth the moment my lips touched him. I mean, I’ll talk about it as a “sins of the flesh” Halloween blow job, but really, it wasn’t. It was just good timing. LOL, it was also an easy clean up situation. Swallow and wipe.

“So, are you dumping me now or are we dating now, Malt Shop?”

“Ah, can we be in the “still getting acquainted” zone?”

“Hmmm, will we get “acquainted” at least twice a month or just when you’re horny?”

Again, I let him off the hook so he didn’t accuse me of nagging him or something. However, he was nice for the rest of evening and went back inside of my house to officially close out the date. Luckily, Jade was done “getting done” and we had the house to ourselves.

I had him sit on the couch as I retrieved him a Halloween beer and gave him every opportunity to kiss me again on the cheek as I set it down in front of him. I mean, I could see the pocket size “code book” in his shirt pocket and I assumed that he read a few pages. Hah, he rewrote a chapter or two! He had me on op of him in a flash, but at least he wasn’t revolted by my fem Jax character.

“Malt Shop, Jade said this is all a little too much for our first date! By the way, we don’t really need to mention anything to her about what we just did down on the river banks. Also, just what was that, by the way and should I buy thicker undies? They sell many styles and some have longer leg lengths if that helps you. And because I’m giving up also, also, whatever that was would be better on a bed, I think.”

“Well, I don’t what kind of freaky brother and sister relationship you and Jade have going on, but she said something about picking up something from your dresser and replacing it with a box. Lubricated condoms, I believe. Care to go check on that? Also, I meant to say freaky sister and sister relationship.”

“I don’t need to check. She sent me a picture text and we won’t be performing that sin tonight. Say good night? Also, I already own longer modesty undies if you want to give me advance notice next time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind and I’ll take my good night at the door. Also, I’ll call you soon, Jax.”

“Ah, is that the same as a blow job at the front door? Also, is that the same as a blow job at the front door?”

“It’s like we’ve been dating for years.”

Well, that was enough for him for the night and the SOB better call me.

End Jax Home Alone 02

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The extra-terrestrials had arrived nearly two decades earlier. The aliens had more or less put an end to all infectious diseases and even fatal medical conditions like cancer could be fixed with their high-tech devices. All the military applications were off the limits but other than that they shared their knowledge willingly. Superior food production and global weather control increased the overall welfare of the earth in giant leaps.

The breeding program was unnegotiable and the amount of mixed population was ever growing. Still, after the initial shock, life went on. Some humans did their best to avoid the aliens but most people had some relatives or close friends who have had alien offspring. The economics and social security had never been as good.

Caleb knew nothing of such things. The flickering torchlight he was holding up barely illuminated the autumn forest where he walked with haste. His buddies had already called him to return to the group as they would soon end the search for the day. But Caleb had remembered an abandoned shack nearby and wanted to check that before he would give up.

In his mind, he was thinking of all the praises he would receive from the reverend if he was the one to find the abomination that was jeopardizing their peaceful living. Technically one of the rules had been not to be separated from the search party at any cause but Caleb wanted to have all the glory for himself.

The wast area of nearly twenty-five thousand acres was their religious community’s reservation camp. Reverend Smith had found it soon after the aliens had arrived. The whole purpose of it was to keep them separated from the sinful ways of modern society and especially the misleading aliens.

The government had admitted some sort of autonomy and neither the government nor the aliens were supposed to enter their lands. Caleb trusted it to be so even though the reality of things was that the aliens did not really care for any such rules. And the government could not force any issue on them even if they would have wanted to do so.

So when the reverend had told them that an alien had been spotted lurking around on their grounds the search parties had been assembled fast. They swept the wooded areas in groups but even though they searched for more than ten hours nothing had been found.

Caleb had never seen an alien. He was born about the time the ships arrived but their reservation camp was the only place he knew. Television or the Internet was not allowed as their leaders believed those could corrupt the younger members of their community as certainly as the aliens would.

The shack looked ominous in the darkening night. Caleb could feel raindrops pouring in with increasing force and for a moment he thought about whether or not his torch was able to burn in heavy rain. Calming himself down he took cover under the roofedge of the shack. Testingly he pushed the front door handle down and found it unlocked.

The yellow-orange light of his fire was able to make the insides of the shack visible and at first hand, Caleb did not see anything out of the ordinary. He was just about to turn back empty-handed when something caught his eye. There was a table in the main room and most of it was covered in a layer of dust. But over one of the chairs, the dust had clearly been brushed off. As if someone had sat there and leaned himself to the table.

He was just taking a closer look at the table when he heard some sort of noise from the back of the room. The hair on his neck stood up as he realized he was not alone. But he mustered up his courage and yelled,

“Who’s there? Show yourself!”

But nothing happened. Pushing the torch in front of him like some sort of weapon he proceeded. And what he saw could not have surprised him more. Crouching and hiding in the last corner of the shack was not a fearsome and dangerous alien but a young girl. Maybe even younger than Caleb was. And the girl was visibly afraid.

When it all cleared out for Caleb he could not help but feel embarrassed. The girl was afraid of him. And now that you think of it he had to be a scary sight. A strange man coming in from the rain holding up a torch. Looking for something with a mob of companions.

He deliberately softened his voice and called for her,

“Please, come out. No need to be afraid. I’m not going to harm you.”

He put his torch to the side and lifted it higher not pointing at her anymore. Slowly she emerged from her hiding place. She was the most beautiful thing Caleb had ever laid his eyes on. He had no idea someone could be so gorgeous.

And as if her oval face, long blackish-blue hair, and almond-shaped misty eyes weren’t enough Caleb noticed her white shirt was somewhat wet. The tight and dampened shirt made the figure of her upper body only too visible. It was something he was not at all accustomed to in their religious community. Sexuality was strictly reserved for married couples.

He swallowed hard and tried not to stare. Since he was a young and inexperienced boy he Cihangir travesti was instantly aroused by the sight of her beyond any appropriate level. He noticed her shivering was not all about being afraid but she was also feeling very cold. And when he realized this much he immediately offered her his coat.

Linea accepted his coat but was still visibly shaken by her experience. She had been on a trek in the woods when her phone battery had died and she became lost. And then she ran into these strange Amish-like people who immediately took an extremely hostile attitude towards her. As a half-breed, she had encountered her share of prejudices and for some reason, she had just run away from them.

And then she wandered deeper and deeper into the vast forest. When the day began to darken it did not get any easier. Quite the opposite. She had seen from afar how the lines of search parties with their torches were looking for her and it terrified her. In her dismay, she had found this abandoned building. She had thought it could at least offer her some shelter for the night but now she realized it was also a place that would not be left unsearched.

Still, the boy who had arrived at the shack sounded friendly. His warm jacket was a very welcomed item. She had been freezing ever since her shirt got wet in the rain.

“Thank you!” she whispered with a small voice and for the first time looked at Caleb. Lean and thin boy. Not much older than herself. Brown hair and if she was not mistaken a fair amount of the cutest freckles on his cheeks. Probably something of her own height but that was not that new. She had always been quite tall and outgrown most of the boys in her class.

It was hard for Caleb to find words, so smitten he was with this girl. The more he saw the more he liked. The white see-through shirt was a lot to take in but the fact that she was not wearing an ankle-long skirt like women of his community was just outrageous. He could see the shape of her legs and ass as she moved back to the table.

“Don’t mention it. I can see you’re freezing. What on earth are you doing here alone?” asked Caleb. And Linea told him the whole story. As she did so he took in every tiniest detail of her moving lips and expressions on her face. The room they were in was lit only by the flames of the torch and he had not noticed the subtle blue undertone of her skin. But now that she was telling her story it was confirmed. This girl was in fact the alien they were looking for.

Caleb had no idea what the reverend would do to the girl but he knew he had been furious about the potential alien trespassing their lands. Gone were all Caleb’s thoughts about finding the alien and turning him or her into the reverend’s hands. He would actually do anything to keep her away from that stern old man. And help her in any other way possible for that matter. Then he remembered the lunchbox of sandwiches he had in his backpack and asked if she was by any chance hungry.

She had been starving and ate all the sandwiches in no time. After she was finished she asked him what would happen next. He had had some time to think about it while she ate and told her that he would have to return to his group in order to make sure no one else would come to search the shack. But he would return the next day and then they could discuss how to get Linea back to her own people.

She wanted to trust him but was suddenly afraid again.

“You will not tell about me to the elders of your community?” she asked in doubt.

“Absolutely not. Linea you can trust me. I can see you are no threat to us and all this has been a terrible misunderstanding.” he assured her and continued, “However, our reverend is a strict man and I think it would be better if we sort it all out just by you and me. I’ll be back tomorrow. And I will bring more food for you.”

She took both of his hands on her own. Looked him deep into his eyes thanking him once more. Caleb was clueless on how to respond and also a little afraid she would notice his arousal but then just told her goodbye and left.

At night on his own bed, Caleb dreamt the sweetest of dreams. He was kissing Linea and she was stroking his hair as they were making out. The dream was so intense he woke up with his underwear soiled up with his cum. This was not completely new. Since masturbation was a sin he did not do it and sometimes it led to these spontaneous nighttime eruptions.

And in the darkness of the abandoned shack Linea also was thinking of Caleb. It was not a pleasant thing to spend a night in a distant place like this and she would have given anything to have her savior there with her. If not actually sleeping with her then at least to keep her some company. Slowly she inserted her hand inside her pants and thought about the cute freckles on his face.

The very next day Caleb returned as he had promised. He brought more food to Linea and as she ate he told her about his plan. The search parties had not been as excited as they had been the day before Cihangir travestileri and many were saying the alien probably had already left the reservation. The wildest rumors said that the alien was able to fly and that is why they would never catch it.

So Caleb was thinking that if she only waited for a day or two in the shack then the search would be forgotten and she would be able to walk away without anyone noticing. Furthermore, maybe Caleb could borrow a horse and a carriage and take her all the way to the border of their lands.

Although Linea did not look forward to spending any more nights in the shack Caleb’s plan sounded good to her. She thanked him once more for the food and for helping her out and could see Caleb blushing. It seemed like a perfect time to mention to him how she had been very lonely in the night and that even though Caleb had left her his hoodie to keep her warm it had not been enough. The shack got very cold during the night.

After listening to her with full attention he was now proud to present her all the blankets he had brought for her for the coming nights. She complimented him on how thoughtful he was.

“Caleb I have no idea how to thank you enough. You have been too sweet to a complete stranger,” she said. Then not just because the moment was right but because she had wanted to do it since the first time she saw his cute freckles she gave him a little kiss on the cheek. For a moment her prominent boobs touched his chest. He touched the area on his cheek where she had planted her lips with his fingers and it seemed to be on fire.

He was completely lost. Nothing in the uptight upbringing of his religious community had prepared him for anything like that. He had a raging boner in his pants but also as he looked into Linea’s beautiful eyes he felt like he was falling in love. He let out a small whimper of exhale, closed his eyes, and pursed his lips for another kiss.

Linea was a little amused as it was obvious to her now that Caleb had zero experience with women but indulged him anyway and gently laid another kiss on his lips. And another and another and then they were making out heavily.

Caleb was far too prudent to explore her body but Linea had no inhibitations. Her hands were first on his arms and quite rapidly she lowered them to his hips and under his shirt. He was enjoying it all tremendously but her decisive movements made him back away and soon they ran into this old couch Linea had been sleeping on. And as he fell backward to the couch she didn’t miss a beat and followed him.

They tangled into each other. Caleb was still mainly focusing on the kissing but since he could feel Linea’s urgent hands on his ass he did let his own hands linger on her boobs. They felt big under his hands. And soft. He compared her to his neighbor Ann and realized Linea’s boobs were far larger. He, of course, had never felt Ann’s boobs but secretly he had been spying on those as often as possible.

He could not believe he was having extramarital sex. And with the sexiest woman he could ever imagine. No one was there to tell him it wasn’t technically sex what they were doing but in his inexperienced mind, he had crossed some boundary that should be crossed only after a marriage.

Linea could feel his arousal. Sex was nothing new to her and during her short adulthood, she had already had several sex partners. But somehow the fact that Caleb clearly was new to sex was making her extra horny. It had started as an innocent kiss but now she had decided to go all in. She was advancing on him without hesitation and was practically ripping his belt and jeans open.

“Oh Linea I can’t believe we’re really doing this” was all he could mutter but she shut his mouth with her tongue. She pushed her tongue deeper and deeper and noticed with joy that Caleb was sucking on her tongue like a man starving. They managed to wiggle away from their pants and Linea was happy to see his cock standing up proudly. Somewhat on the smaller side but she didn’t care about that at all.

Caleb was a bit confused about their position. He had seen how a bull mounted cows on the field and was thinking that he should somehow turn her around in order to do that but Linea was now placing both of his legs on either side of her wide hips.

Then he felt something very strange. Something was poking between his buttcheeks. Something hot, slippery, and large. He dared not to ask anything about it since it seemed to him that Linea knew what she was doing. Maybe this was something humans did differently than the farm animals.

She was breathing heavily in his mouth and he could feel her doing some sort of final adjustments to their position on the couch and then the big and slippery thing he had felt earlier was pressing directly into his butthole with an increasing force. He tried to mumble “What is that” but Linea was still stuffing his mouth with her tongue.

He was starting to feel actual pain in his butt and whimpered more. Then he just thought about Travesti cihangir her boobs under his palms and decided to surrender to her and let her do whatever she was doing. He embraced her tightly with his legs and could feel how the slippery thing was no longer just knocking at the entrance of his back door but was now entering his hole. It could not be denied. With a terrible sting, it overcame the final resistance of his asshole and rushed in.

He was now screaming into Linea’s mouth. She could see and feel his discomfort she started to soothe him,

“Shys there. You’re doing great. I know it hurts the first time but I promise it will feel good very soon. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

“But what is it?” was Caleb able to breathe out now that she was not studying his tonsils with her tongue.

“What do you mean? It’s my cock of course,” she answered and stopped for a moment. His expression gave him away and she realized he probably had never heard about shemales. At that moment she was glad she had taken him by surprise. Based on what was going on on his face there was a change she would have never felt his tight asshole around her shaft if she would have told him in advance.

Caleb was starting to protest but Linea put a finger onto his lips and made a new push with her cock. It still hurt but not as bad as the initial penetration. He didn’t know what to say and she took full advantage of his hesitation. Half a dozen pushes more and a first lustful moan escaped from Caleb. He was still keeping his eyes tight shut not believing it was really happening but it was impossible to deny that it was becoming more and more enjoyable.

She saw he was ready for more and increased her tempo. He yelped in surprise but with mixed feelings. The pain was there but the pressure inside of his ass was so unexpected that he could feel his orgasm approaching. Linea tilted her hips and pushed her cock more upwards. In her mind she was aiming for his navel but from the inside of him. Caleb arched her back and his erect cock was pointing against the ceiling of the shack.

Her cock hit his prostate and grimacing with pleasure he started shooting his semen up in the air like a hot water geyshir. Linea matched her fucking with his waves of pleasure and was quite happy with herself. But she was not yet satisfied.

Not giving Caleb too much time to think she withdrew from him and without further ado rolled him over to the edge of the couch. His pale white buttocks were high in the air and she marveled at the roundness of them. As his climax was over he was having some second thoughts about all of it. He tried to turn and push her away with his other hand but she would have none of it and pinned his hand behind his back.

Then she aimed her hard cock to his hole again. He whimpered when the fat head of her cock contacted his asshole but did not struggle too much. She enjoyed every moment of it as she eased herself into him again inch by inch. She could not hold on to her slow pace that long and soon she was fucking his ass in earnest.

She was very nimble and in the heat of the moment she reached around behind her own back all the way down to his balls and cock and pulled them back. She was able to get a firm grip on them and he was now really pinned between the couch and her hard cock. Each time she pushed her hips forward and her cock deep into his ass she also pulled his cock and balls hard in the other direction so that he had to push his ass to meet her thrusts.

She rode him like no virgin had been ridden before. In the end, she released his cock and balls and took a firm grip on his asscheeks. Pulling them apart she spectated at her own cock invading his hole over and over again. What had started as a semi-innocent tumble between two young pups was now hard-core porn fucking. She could feel her balls slapping against his smaller scrotum and enjoyed it tremendously.

With every push inwards he winced in this adorable manner as if he was her personal rubbed duck destined to be railed by her. And then she was over the edge. She slowed her rhythm a bit and with every volley of cum she pushed her cock deep. And then withdrew a bit and pushed deep again in order to deliver a new volley of cum into his ass.

When she was all spent up she collapsed on top of him. Still lodged deep in him. Grinding her pelvis against his soft butt. Flexing her cock bigger a few final times as it was softening in its warm cozy hole. Then she giggled at his ear,

“Baby that was awesome. I have never had sex this good. You were perfect!”

“Really?” was all that Caleb was able to say. He was positively surprised she sounded so satisfied. It seemed that he had hardly done anything since she had been the one holding the reins. He still was not sure what to think of it all. He had cummed like he never knew he could cum. It had been a mind-blowing explosion of pleasure.

But no matter how inexperienced and clueless he was about sex he had a feeling this was not exactly how things should have gone. He was the man after all. And she most certainly was not supposed to have a cock. And dear lord now that he thought of it he had heard one particularly wild rumor from the older boys. He had just forgotten all about it. They had said that the aliens were able to put a baby even into males.

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